The Warrior (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
Originally addressed to a Young Gentleman, who, entering under the banners of Mars, signalized himself in the service of his ...
Originally addressed to a Young Gentleman, who, entering under the banners of Mars, signalized himself in the service of his ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
The forward Youth that would appearMust now forsake his Muses dear,Nor in the Shadows singHis Numbers languishing.'Tis time to leave ...
Why is my soul with weariness oppress'd,Whence is this load so heavy on my breast?Why is the tear so often ...
SAY whom did Paul the apostle greet,As not asham'd to own his chain,But tend'ring oft refreshment sweet,To ease his toil, ...
Observe this Piece, which to our Sight does bring The fittest Posture for the Swedish King; (Encompass'd, as we think, ...
Lazy-bones, lazy-bones, wake up and peep;The Cat's in the cupboard, your Mother's asleep.There you sit snoring, forgetting her ills:Who is ...
"Ah! wo the hour when fancy held her sway, And reason came not with her radiance bright, When passion flam'd ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
Observe this Piece, which to our Sight does bring The fittest Posture for the Swedish King; (Encompass'd, as we think, ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
DELUDED swain, the pleasure The fickle Fair can give thee, Is but a fairy treasure, Thy hopes will soon deceive ...
HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam'd? Equality too! hussey, art not asham'd? Free and Equal indeed, while ...
MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent'rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring: ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
My dear Antenor now give o're, For my sake talk of Graves no more; Death is not in our power ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline, O hear me I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine With ...
Be not thou silent now at length O God hold not thy peace, Sit not thou still O God of ...
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