Solitude (John Anster Poems)
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
WOE to the rich, and mercilessly-proud,Who stops his ears against the beggar's cry!Unheard, unpity'd, he shall cry aloudFrom Hell's abyss, ...
_Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversationsimilar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story_. --------Believing love was ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
Go fight for Freedom, Warriors of the West!At last the word is spoken: Go!Lay on for Liberty. 'Twas at her ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
I.Along Crane River's sunny slopesBlew warm the winds of May,And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksThe green outgrew the gray.The grass was ...
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
AN ODE. YES, tho' in gloom and sadness I may rise, One blessed strain can soothe my troubled soul, No sooner wakened than ...
Speak not a word of wild, blaspheming grief!Be proud, be brave, though fallen in the strife,And gaze, oh poet, with ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
DECEMBER'S hollow winds had howl'd,And whistled through the air;The leafless trees an emblem stoodOf sorrow and despair.Beneath an aged oak ...
There are lonesome places upon the earthThat have never re-echoed a sound of mirth,Where the spirits abide that feast and ...
(Written in her fourteenth year.)WHAT sight of horror, fear and woe,Now greets chief Hillis-ha-ad-joe?What thought of blood now lights his ...
I.FRIEND to the wretch whose bosom knows no joy! Parent of bliss beyond the reach of fate! Celestial Hope! thou gift divine! Sweet ...
Where e'er the fetter has been broken, Where e'er the bondsman has been freed,Where e'er a sentence has been spoken In behalf ...
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth. St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms put out, And to their manteaus their complexions suit : The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city-dames allready taken places ; Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd, But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ; And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.SILLIANDER. Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ? Some cause there is that thus you sit alone. Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?PATCH. If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.SILLIANDER. No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right, 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast, A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.PATCH. Toasting does seldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toast the thing they love. A certain Duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too, Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do : What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame : Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.SILLIANDER. Ill fates pursue me, may I never find The dice propitious, or the ladies kind, If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear, And one from me she condescends to wear.PATCH. Women are always ready to receive ; 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give. A lady (but she is too great to name) Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame, With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ; Another day may give another thing.SILLIANDER. I cou'd say something — see this billet-doux — And as for presents — look upon my shoe — These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young Countess fondly made the gift.PATCH. My Countess is more nice, more artful too, Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue : This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd, And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ; She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize, With affectation cramm'd it down her stays : Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen, I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.SILLIANDER. Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace, Drinking delicious poison from her face, The soft enchantress did that face decline, Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ; With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend, While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose, And thousand beauties to my sight expose.PATCH. Early this morn — (but I was ask'd to come) I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room : Warm from her bed, to me alone within, Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ; Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace, And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ; Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin, She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.SILLIANDER. See TITIANA driving to the park, Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the spring are seen, Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.SILLIANDER. What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ? Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.PATCH. What are her garters ! tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee for the happier man. Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain. After a conquest so important gain'd, Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd. (Mary Wortley Montagu)
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!A company came down, and struck ...
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,My friend and I, by chance we talk'dOf Lessing's famed Laocooen;And after we awhile ...
"THE sun shines in a cloudless sky,The lake is blue and still;Up, Flora! on thine errand hie,And climb the eyrie ...
ADAM and EVE's unhappy, sinful, Race,Late heirs apparent of the fiery lake,To you, great joy is come — your sorrows ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
In a far off hamlet near the seaWhere billows oft, in days of storm, andNights of darkness rush reckless to ...
IBut now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
"'I loosened the bonds which bindThe Pestilence, my slave;I sent him forth as the wind,I bade him stand in the ...
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