To Celia (James Hurdis Poems)
Why, O Spring, so in vain are display'd Thy sweet blossoms that us'd to delight?And thy branches in beauty array'd, Why attract ...
Why, O Spring, so in vain are display'd Thy sweet blossoms that us'd to delight?And thy branches in beauty array'd, Why attract ...
FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony,This universal frame began:When nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her head,The ...
Give me this time, my first and severe Italian, a poem about gold, The left corners of eyes, and the ...
When kind Cecilia welcom'd to her breast The finch the schoolboy pilfer'd from its nest; And fed the nursling till its plumage ...
On The Marriage Of George Baird Of Strichen And Cecilia HattonFill high the cup, but not with wine—The cup of ...
I would never waste the hours Of the time that is mine own,Writing verses about flowers For their own sweet sakes alone;Gushing ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
IN Gallia's kingdom, near a forest wild,There liv'd a peasant, and his only child;A female, to whom Nature, most unkind,Had ...
O beautiful bright world! for ever young, And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring, Why do they slander thee ...
I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the ...
To the Superior World to Solemn PeaceTo Regions where Delights shall never ceaseTo Living Springs and to Celestial shadeFor change ...
Too wearily had we and songBeen left to look and left to long,Yea, song and we to long and look,Since ...
PALE sorrow's cloud rests on my Muse's bow'r, And mourns the drooping of each vernal flow'r;"Their early fall," she ...
Lighted by the lady moon, Breezes blow and aspens quiver, By the stream's enchanted tune Singing to the distant river, ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
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