To The Memory Of A Friend. (Isabella Lickbarrow Poems)
COME thou sweet Muse my lay inspire,That wak'st to pensive strains the lyre,Come thy mournful numbers pour;Oh be thy notes ...
COME thou sweet Muse my lay inspire,That wak'st to pensive strains the lyre,Come thy mournful numbers pour;Oh be thy notes ...
WHILE sickness, madam, on your vitals prey'd,The sympathetic sisters shar'd your pain:I mark'd them then in sable weeds array'd,In concert ...
Christ is the Paschal Lamb, our sacrifice,Christ is the offering, that made our peace,Christ is the spotless Lamb, by God ...
Ye lib'ral souls who rev'rence Friendship's name,Who boast her blessings, and who feel her flame;Oh! if from early youth one ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
I. Not the Pellaean Conquerour, To whose insatiate restless Mind The spacious Globe too narrow did appear; It made him ...
COME here fond youth, whoe'er thou be, That boasts to love as well as me;And if thy breast have felt ...
DEEPLY INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECT OF THEFOLLOWING POEM. But soft, but see, or rather do not see,My fair rose wither.SHAKSPEARE. ...
Fair Celia! when I prais'd your Charms,Your lovely Face and circling Arms;Your sparkling Eyes so full of Fire,That kindle at ...
WHILE on the meadowy banks of Spey ,Slow steals along the rural muse,And sees the bordering flowers displayTheir native sweets ...
IN vain my eye-lids seek reposeWhile midnight spreads her thickest gloom,My heart, a stranger to repose,Still bleeds o'er poor departed ...
SUCH were the notes our chaster SAPPHO sung,And every muse dropt honey on her tongue.Blest shade ! how pure a ...
Before the urchin well could go,She stole the whiteness of the snow;And, more that whiteness to adorn,She stole the blushes ...
To town I am come, as good folks you may see,Pray what do you think now, my object may be?'Tis ...
LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay, Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease gave way, Her Fill of Rest ...
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac'd the mimick scene, And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r; Whose wond'rous art, whose fascinating ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
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