Vignette – V (Matilda Betham Poems)
VALENTINE_FROM A YOUNG LADY TO HER MOTHER._Hope has her emblem, so has Love, But I have vainly soughtFor one, that might ...
VALENTINE_FROM A YOUNG LADY TO HER MOTHER._Hope has her emblem, so has Love, But I have vainly soughtFor one, that might ...
By CALLISTRATUS, On HARMODIUS and ARISTOGEITONIn myrtle wreaths my sword I bear,As, fir'd by zeal, the illustrious pairConceal'd from view ...
To patient study and unwearied thought,And wise and watchful nurture of his powers,Must the true poet consecrate his hours:Thus, and ...
DEFEATED! but never disheartened!Repulsed! but unconquered in will,Upon dreary discomfitures buildingHer virtue's strong battlements still,The soul, through the siege of ...
We that with like hearts love, we lovers twain,New wedded in the village by thy fane,Lady of all chaste love, ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the ...
July 6: 1535The midnight moaning streamDraws down its glassy surface through the bridgeThat o'er the current casts a tower'd ridge,Dark ...
Lycidas. Thyrsis, the music of that murm'ring spring,Is not so mournful as the strains you sing.Nor rivers winding thro' the ...
AS late the Muse in silent hour I sought,And chanc'd to rove the various field of thought,Where many a trifle ...
I did not fear, But crept close up to Christ and said, "Is he not here?" They ...
Our life is one long childhood-and each toy Palls on our sick'ning fancy-all our joy Is but imperfect-something, something still ...
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when deathSets its white seal upon some worshipped face.Poor human nature for a little ...
Exalt thyself: be more than man,Be saint or be magician,And where the burning Sword awaitsDefy the old seraphic ban.Thy will, ...
I do not falter in the sight of God; This bare-browed standing in His awful view, Strips the illusions off ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...
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