Lines On The Death Of The Princess Charlotte (John Anster Poems)
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
Oh Fancy, hither bend thy flight,Hither steer thy car of light,Tho' its rainbow colours fleeEre they have shone a moment ...
Scene.--A Terrace overlooking the Garden of a Convent--Matilda and Bertha in conversation.Matilda.Oh! think not that I mourn the lonely doomThat ...
Lonely was the blossomingOf the sad unwelcomed Spring;And Man, the slave of passions blind and brute,A wanderer in a world ...
In vain--ah me!--in vain, with murmured charmOf love--inwoven sounds, would I recallThe long--forgotten art--in vain imploreAt noon the colouring of ...
'Tis beautiful indeed--thro' parted boughsTo see the moving clouds darken the sky,To mark their many--shifting forms, and tints,As slow they ...
Oh! if, as Arabs fancy, the traces on thy browWere symbols of thy future fate, and I could read them ...
CHORUS.Like the oak of the vale was thy strength and thy height,Thy foot, like the erne of the mountain in ...
The summer sun was sinkingWith a mild light, calm and mellow:It shone on my little boy's bonnie cheeks,And his loose ...
If I might chuse, where my tired limbs shall lieWhen my task here is done, the Oak's green crestShall rise ...
If I might choose, where my tired limbs shall lieWhen my task here is done, the Oak's green crestShall rise ...
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