Sonnet I (Anna Seward Poems)
INGRATITUDE ,--how deadly is thy smart,Proceeding from the Form we fondly love!How light, compar'd, all other sorrows prove!Thou shed'st a ...
INGRATITUDE ,--how deadly is thy smart,Proceeding from the Form we fondly love!How light, compar'd, all other sorrows prove!Thou shed'st a ...
In your garb and outward clothing A reserv?d plainness use;By their neatness more distinguished Than the brightness of their hues.All ...
GREAT Pope! was ever verse compar'd with thine?Did ever genius so conspicuous shine?In ev'ry page sublime, throughout the wholeThou hast ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
Kill me not ev'ry day, Thou Lord of life, since thy one death for me Is more than all my ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
I did not live until this time Crown'd my felicity, When I could say without a crime, I am not ...
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