Mac Duff’s Cross (Joanna Baillie Poems)
MAC DUFF'S CROSS,A DRAMA.PRELUDE.NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,And say that still there lurks amongst our ...
MAC DUFF'S CROSS,A DRAMA.PRELUDE.NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,And say that still there lurks amongst our ...
That you're a beast, and turn'd to grass,Is no strange news, nor ever was;At least to me, who once you ...
ARGUMENT.ADDRESS to the Shade of Guttemberg--State of man before the Invention of Letters--Efforts of Ambition to perpetuate his fame--Birth of ...
Remov'd thank God! from fierce contentions;Unknown to parties or Conventions;Alike averse to rage and folly,And foe to gloomy melancholy;Amid confusion, war, ...
THE night was dark, the hollow windsRush'd through the falling leaves;For autumn shed her yellow hue,And ting'd the verdant trees.Long ...
Of all the gifts conferr'd by heaven,Time is the brightest—is the best;Through time eternity is given;By earthly labours—heavenly rest.While days ...
The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,The stars are twinkling faintly o'er us;All nature wears her garb of grief;While day's ...
While thee I seek, protecting Power!Be my vain wishes still'd;And may this consecrated hourWith better hopes be fill'd.Thy love the ...
HE came unlook'd for, undesir'd,A sunrise in the northern sky,More than the brightest dawn admir'd,To shine and then forever fly.His ...
When Athens was for Arts and Arms renown'd,Olympic Wreaths uncommon Merit crown'd.These slight Distinctions from the Learn'd and Wise,Convey'd eternal ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
PreludesI The Lover He meets, by heavenly chance express, ...
Preludes.I The Impossibility Lo, Love's obey'd by all. 'Tis right ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Preludes.I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble found, ...
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
Ah me! for all my toil and search, And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,I doubt I ne'er shall hook ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
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