“Bring me the flowing cup, dear boy !” (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
Bring me the flowing cup, dear boy !And bring it full; for IMust taste the grateful liquid joy,And bid dull ...
Bring me the flowing cup, dear boy !And bring it full; for IMust taste the grateful liquid joy,And bid dull ...
Dry those fair, those chrystal eyesWhich like growing fountains riseTo drown their banks. Griefs sullen brooksWould better flow in furrow'd ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
Young Shechem all the night impatient lay;And sought with eager eyes the breaking day;With ardent longings waits the promis'd hour,And ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
I'd fain instruct you, pretty Bell,How you most others might excel;The Lesson's short, and mighty easy,I scorn with long Harangues ...
Muse! Rise, and plume thy Feet, and let's convers This Mor'n together: Let's rehers Last Evening's Sweets; and run one ...
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
FIRED by applauding Fame's report,AMANTOR sought the dazzling court,Where beauteous dwelt in stately hall,The PRINCESS of the CHRYSTAL ...
It is the clay what makes the earth stick to his spade;He fills in holes like this year after year;The ...
O THOU! who dwell'st in heav'n alone,Whose beams surround th' Omniscient's throne,'Tis by his just decrees denied,That thou with mortals ...
HAIL , happy Sister! great in arts and arms,In manly valour and in female charms;Whose classic sons the noblest honours ...
WHEN Spring luxuriant scatters new delights,The mountain's verdant slope our steps invites,To crown whose lofty brow o'er-bending treesWave their thick ...
O COME, welcome visitor, clothe by degreesOur fields in their annual vest;Hang thy fleeces unsoil'd on our bushes and trees,Tho' ...
"Eliza, for shame, for tears there's no need, Such arts to ensnare will never succeed; With tears feign'd like those, ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did Cover the ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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