The Emigrants: Book I (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
ADVICE; OR THE 'SQUIRE AND THE PRIEST.A wealthy Lord of far-extended landHad all that pleased him placed at his command;Widow'd ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch.My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their ...
Friend, quoth Lord Nevil, "thou art young To face the world, and thou art blind To subtle ways ...
Syrenus. Who hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed,May feede his stomack with them at his pleasure:If in his drinke ...
"INDIFFERENCE come! thy torpid juices shed On my keen sense: plunge deep my wounded heart, In thickest apathy, till it ...
WHAT dream in what strange landShall waken me to-night? What sweetLips burn for mine? What arms entwineMy neck, my knees, ...
Unto that love must we through fire attain,Which those two held as breath of common air;The hands of whom were ...
Muses that sing love's sensual empery, And lovers kindling your enraged fires At Cupid's bonfires burning in the ...
Let Fate or Insufficiency provideMean ends for men who what they are would be:Penned in their narrow day no change ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him" Shall hearts that beat no base retreat In youth's magnanimous ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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