To a Sister (James Hurdis Poems)
When kind Cecilia welcom'd to her breast The finch the schoolboy pilfer'd from its nest; And fed the nursling till its plumage ...
When kind Cecilia welcom'd to her breast The finch the schoolboy pilfer'd from its nest; And fed the nursling till its plumage ...
Like clustering tents upon the embattled mead, See Vitis thick her small pavilions spread. Beneath each silken veil, with studious care Five amorous ...
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled ...
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,Away with old Hock and madeira,Too earthly ye are for my sport;There's a beverage brighter and ...
Sublime beverage, supreme tipple,The slick nectar (but the Haig's slicker!)Which gods drew from a divine nippleAnd thick nights became a ...
Be days of drinking wine forgot,Let water goblets shine—And from your memory ever blotThe days of drinking wine.Those days of ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.Lemminkainen, artful husband,Reckless hero, Kaukomieli,Constantly beside his young wife.,Passed his life in sweet contentment,And the years rolled swiftly ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
The rum was rich and rare,There were wagers in the air,The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues were ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
On Water-Gruel, by Desire; occasioned by a singular Adventure.Hail! Water-Gruel, ever sacred Name,Once so propitious to my genial Flame;O! be ...
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,Of a fine Australian squatter who had a ...
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Oh he is worn with toil! the big drops run Down his dark cheek; hold--hold thy merciless hand, Pale tyrant! ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
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