To The Author’s Brother. On the choice of a Wife in the Year 1789 (Maria Logan Poems)
O THOU, the best of brothers and of friends!Say, who but thee could wake the sleeping lyre?Fann'd by thy breath ...
O THOU, the best of brothers and of friends!Say, who but thee could wake the sleeping lyre?Fann'd by thy breath ...
On lofty Beysitoun the lingering sunlooks down on ceaseless labors, long begun:The mountain trembles to the echoing soundOf falling rocks, ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
[At Greenbrier White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia, one of the famous resorts of the South, may be seen the historic ...
INSPIRATION. All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost; Only the chrism and sacrament ...
ILONG, long ago I saw Blind Tom.The noisy audience became calm,And a hush fell o'er the whispering din,When the blind ...
FULL of songs he woke one morning,Every song a weighty wonderHolding universal beingNewly dressed in words of thunder."Men shall hear ...
Shrine of my mind, my Library!Each morn I greet thee with delight,When, soul-refreshed, I bring to theeThe benediction of the ...
Whence is that pow'r, whose awful magic call,Imperious bids the astonish'd world attend,Before whose shrine adoring myriads fall,To whom the ...
Did sweeter Sounds adorn my flowing Tongue,Than ever Man pronounc'd, or Angel sung:Had I all Knowledge, Human and Divine,That Thought ...
KIND shepherd! if thy hoary locks,Bespeaking venerable age,May trust and confidence inspire,Oh! wilt thou, with thy counsel sage,Assist a sad ...
Heard ye those loud-contending waves, That shook Cecropia's pillar'd state?Saw ye the mighty, from their graves, Look up, and tremble at her ...
Oh, the rare exhilaration, Oh, the novel delectation Of a ride down the slide! Packed like ice in zero weather, Pleasure-seekers close together, On a ...
O painter bold and true, lord of every flying hue,Whose immortal hand all lovely things implore,Now to thy glory set, ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics. When day declining sheds a milder gleam, What time ...
Since Earth was first created, Since Time began to fly,No friends were e'er so mated, So firm as JONES and I.Since primal ...
Queen of all harmonious things,Dancing words, and speaking strings.Cowley.SPIRIT, or Power, or Spell, or whatsoe'erOf name beseems thee best, Ethereal ...
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair?Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone ...
Matilda Maud Mackenzie frankly hadn't any chin,Her hands were rough, her feet she turned invariably in;Her general form was German,By ...
Maecenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade,Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.What felt those poets but you feel the ...
FAME, and honour, wealth, and friendship,All are objects of desire,Frequent sought with ceaseless trouble,All can ardent hopes inspire.Fame is but ...
On her couch, one summer's day;Beauteous, youthful Kitty lay:Venus saw her from above,(Smiling Venus, queen of love)Amaz'd at each celestial ...
What means that wild and joyful cry?Why do yon crowds in mean attireThrow thus their ragged arms on high?In want ...
O academic muse that hast for longCharmed all the world with thy disciples' song,As myrtle bushes must give place to ...
Earthly scenes are worth preserving, Bitter though they sometimes be; Who would wish to sink in Lethe All the fruits of Memory? None could ...
I love the woods when the magic hand Of Spring, as if sweeping the keys Of a wornout instrument, touches the earth; When ...
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his! There needs no crown to mark the forest's king;How in his leaves ...
George Stephenson, the heroic son of Britain's hardy race,The world this day holds festival, his grand career to trace;And proudly ...
Most gracious God, I having lately feltThe fervour of thy mercies, needs must meltInto a thankfulnesse, Ah should I beUngratefull ...
They said that I was strange. I could not bear Confinement, and I lov'd to feel the wind Blowing upon my forehead, ...
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