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 ...
"Careless alike who went or came, I seldom ask'd the stranger's name, When such a being came in view As eagerly the question ...
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 ...
WHEN Britain many chiefs obey'd,And seven Saxon princes sway'd,The Mercian monarch, fam'd afar,In peace respected, fear'd in war,Favour'd by heav'n ...
"Arrest thy steps! On these sad plains, Fair dame, no farther go! But listen to the martial strains, Whose wildness speaks of woe! Hark! ...
_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 ...
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 ...
"Come, mournful lute! dear echo of my woe! No stranger's tread in this lone spot I fear, Sweeter thy notes in such ...
'OH! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:Nought is so dreadful to ...
To A. R. C.AS, musing, late I sat reclin'd,And waking dreams absorb'd my mind,A damsel came, of various dyes,Like painted ...
Forlornly I wander, forlornly I sigh, And droop my head sadly, I cannot tell why: When the first breeze of morning blows ...
_On reading in Savary's Travels the death of Ali Bey, who, it isthere represented, in the midst of enlightened and ...
Yes! I can suffer, sink with pain,With anguish I can ill sustain;Till not a hope has strength to spring,Till scarce ...
WHERE yonder mossy ruins lie,And desolation strikes the eye,A noble mansion, high and fair,Once rear'd its turrets in the air.There ...
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. VOIGHT. What do I love? A polish'd mind, A temper cheerful, meek, and kind; A graceful air, unsway'd ...
WRITTEN EARLIER. Adieu to old England! adieu to my friends! Though fortune and fame I pursue, On thus looking around me, I cannot ...
Urge me no more! nor think, because I seem Tame and unsorrowing in the world's rude strife, That anguish and resentment have ...
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