The Lay Of Marie – Canto First (Matilda Betham Poems)
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
Some, fearing Marie's tale was o'er, Lamented that they heard no more; While Brehan, from her broken lay, Portended what she yet might ...
Low, heavy clouds are hanging on the hills, And half-impatient of the sun's approach, Shake sullenly their cold and languid wings! Oh! it ...
BEFORE the fair Aurora spreadHer azure mantle o'er the skies,While sleep its pleasing influence shed,On grateful mortals weary eyes.Emerg'd from ...
_Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversationsimilar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story_. --------Believing love was ...
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise ...
ELEGY ON EDWARD BETHAM,_Lost in the Duchess of Gordon East Indiaman, off the Cape of Good Hope_. --------Lovely as are the ...
A Pilgrim weary, toil-subdued, I reach'd a country, strange and rude, And trembled, lest approaching eve My hope of shelter might deceive; When I ...
YON coward, with the streaming hair,And visage, madden'd to despair,With step convuls'd, unsettled eye,And bosom lab'ring with a sigh,Is Guilt! ...
WHO DIED JAN. 21, 1800. Sweet is the voice of Friendship to the ear, Sweet is Affection's mildly-beaming eye, Sweet the applause which ...
BREATHING the violet-scented gale,Near to a river's limpid source,Which, through a wide-extended vale,Wound slowly on its sleeping course,Attended by a ...
Enchantress! whose transcendant pow'rs, With ease, the massy fabric raise;-- Beneath whose sway the tempest low'rs, Or lucid stream meaend'ring plays;-- Accept the tribute ...
Forlornly I wander, forlornly I sigh, And droop my head sadly, I cannot tell why: When the first breeze of morning blows ...
Before a rose is fully blown, The outward leaves announce decay; So, ere the spring of Youth is flown, Its tiny pleasures die ...
Yes! I can suffer, sink with pain,With anguish I can ill sustain;Till not a hope has strength to spring,Till scarce ...
LO! here a cloud comes sailing, richly cladIn royal purple, which the parting beamsOf bounteous Phoebus edge with tints of ...
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. A. PETTIT, OF NORWICH. Once more then farewell! and whilst I'm away, Oh! let not another entangle ...
_The Spanish Lady's Farewell_, 1809.Manuel, I do not shed a tear, Our parting to delay!I dare not listen to my fear! I ...
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