To The Muse (Isabella Lickbarrow Poems)
BELOV'D companion of my early years!My friend in solitude, my secret joy!Dear were the soothing whispers of thy voice,Dear were ...
BELOV'D companion of my early years!My friend in solitude, my secret joy!Dear were the soothing whispers of thy voice,Dear were ...
SWEET Cumbrian Bard, esteem'd and honour'd long,In youth belov'd respected in thy age,Thine is each title to mankind endear'd,The social ...
I was not, at first, aware, that thou art so utterly inconstant-Thou makest a hundred vows a day, and still ...
HERE Johnson reclines, in this grave, den, or pit,The bugbear of folly,--the tyrant of wit.As an ox over-driven, attacks in ...
Let him that will ascend, the tottering SeatOf courtly Grandeur, and become as greatAs are his mounting Wishes: As for ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
SECTS in Religion?--Yes of every raceWe nurse some portion in our favour'd place;Not one warm preacher of one growing sectCan ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
STOP , lady stop, my wretched tale attend,And to my wants your kind assistance lend:So may kind fortune e'er propitious ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
1810As who, while erst the Achaians wall'd the shore, Stood Atlas-like before,A granite face against the Trojan sea Of foes ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or, if they ...
O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or, if they ...
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