A Dirge For O’Connell (Anne C Lynch Poems)
Throw open, once again, The portals of the tomb;And give, among the glorious dead, Another hero room!Unclose your shadowy ranks, ...
Throw open, once again, The portals of the tomb;And give, among the glorious dead, Another hero room!Unclose your shadowy ranks, ...
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?''Te somnia nostra reducunt.'OVID.And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why ...
I thought to join the heavenly choir,To strike a harp of light;While this forgotten, tuneless lyreRested 'mid shades of night.I ...
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, drowned July 8, 1822.MARY WOLSTONCRAFT SHELLEY, died Feb. 1, 1851.In death they are not divided.TWO graves within ...
Written on the anniversary of her marriage. ON this blest day may no dark cloud, or shower,With envious shade the ...
With some botanic drawings which had been madesome years. IN happier hours, ere yet so keenly blewAdversity's cold blight, and ...
SENT TO THE HON. MRS. O'NEILL, WITHPAINTED FLOWERS. The poet's fancy takes from Flora's realmHer buds and leaves to dress ...
NO more my wearied soul attempts to strayFrom sad reality and vain regret,Nor courts enchanting fiction to allaySorrows that sense ...
The future-ah! why do we anxiously pine To gaze o'er that veiled and shadowy line, Where the sunshine-the hope-and the ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
'Te somnia nostra reducunt.' OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why these wan eyes are dim with ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier, As ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So ...
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
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