Epilogue To The Second Edition (Christopher Anstey Poems)
There are who complain that my verse is severe, And what is much worse--that my Book is too dear: The ...
There are who complain that my verse is severe, And what is much worse--that my Book is too dear: The ...
Why is my soul with weariness oppress'd,Whence is this load so heavy on my breast?Why is the tear so often ...
O the Night, the Night, the solemn Night, When Earth is bound with her silent zone, And the spangled ...
"THO' dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, Tho' life is a desert, and cheerless the way; Yet still ...
PART I.This Indian weed, now withered quite,Though green at noon, cut down at night,Shows thy decay;All flesh is hay:Thus think, ...
Low in a deep sequestered vale,Whence Alpine heights ascend,A beauteous nymph, in pilgrim garb,Is seen her steps to bend.Her olive ...
PARENT of good, thou essence from on high,Pure emanation from the Deity,Not to the favour'd sons of wealth confin'd,Thou humble ...
In France I saw a hill—a gentle slopeRising above old tombs to greet the gleamFrom soft spring skies. Beyond these ...
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing,When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth of ...
If I had hatred in my heart toward my fellow man, If I were pressed to do him ill, to ...
She's pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on. Sir ...
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I write my name as one, On sands by waves o'errun Or winter's frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion's ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
I-THE LURE No, no,-forget your Cricket and your Ant, For I shall never set my name to theirs That now ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
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