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 ...
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 ...
_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 ...
'OH! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:Nought is so dreadful to ...
YE blooming youth, possest of every grace,Which can delight the eye, or please the ear,Who boast a polish'd mind and ...
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 ...
LINES._Written for a Young Gentleman to speak at the Audit at St. Saviour'sSchool, Southwark, after the Battle of Trafalgar_. --------While others, ...
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 ...
Forlornly I wander, forlornly I sigh, And droop my head sadly, I cannot tell why: When the first breeze of morning blows ...
_On the Death of Master Frederic Thomson_.1810. --------In the first dawn of youth I much admireThe lively boy of ruddy countenance,Strong-built, ...
Long is thy passage o'er the main, And native air alone can save! No friend thy weakness will sustain, But India is, for ...
YE holy women, say! will ye acceptThe passing tribute of a humble friend?Stranger indeed to you and to your faith,But ...
They, ere he left them, had attain'd their primeAnd were less alter'd by the hand of Time;But, the slim youth ...
Fear has to do with sacred things,And more than all from Pity springs.Two school-girls once--the time is past,But ever will ...
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