Occasional Address (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
I thought I plunged into that dire Abyss Which is Oblivion, the house of Death. I thought there ...
Lone did I go within the ancient place, With hush?d voice, and slow and reverent tread; While on the walls ...
YE Children of Man! whose life is a span,Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and ...
Why clamour havoc when a god grows old?We've seen them start and quicken, rise and glowReflecting votive light, then murky ...
There is in Egypt by the ancient NileA temple of imperishable stone,Stupendous, columned, hieroglyphed, and knownTo all the world as ...
Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yourswould be enough and more to satisfy me.As many as the grains of ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Be not thou silent now at length O God hold not thy peace, Sit not thou still O God of ...
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