William And Mira (Christian Milne Poems)
A TALE. ON her lov'd infant, as it sleeping lies,Ah! little does the tender mother know,While fondly gazing with delighted ...
A TALE. ON her lov'd infant, as it sleeping lies,Ah! little does the tender mother know,While fondly gazing with delighted ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
PreludesI The Rose of the World Lo, when the Lord made North and ...
Nor look nor tone revealeth aughtSave woman's quietness of thought;And yet around her is a lightOf inward majesty and might. ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
HAIL, Devon! in thy bosom let me rest, And pour forth music from my raptur'd breast: I'll stray thy meadow'd ...
Having consider'd thus what's to be done,The hazards, hardships, and the risque you run,Consider with what strength you are endow'd,What ...
I rested my head upon Elvir Hill's side, and my eyes werebeginning to slumber; That moment there rose up before ...
FEAR not, sweet Bird! thy flutt'ring cease,Nor deem thy freedom fled:Soon shalt thou feel thy glad release;No evil need'st thou ...
AH! Summer, why so long delay'dThy wonted influence? Why afraidThy laughing face to shew?Instead of full prolific beams,Thy countenance but ...
Oh say not that no perfume dwells;The wilding flowers among,Say not that in the forest dellsIs heard no voice of ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky, In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind, That whips it all before, ...
Tis sweet to think that, where'er we rove, We are sure to find something blissful and dear, And that, when ...
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