The Believer’s Espousals : Chapter I. (Ralph Erskine Poems)
Preface.Hark, dying mortal, if the Sonnet proveA song of living and immortal love,'Tis then thy grand concern the theme to ...
Preface.Hark, dying mortal, if the Sonnet proveA song of living and immortal love,'Tis then thy grand concern the theme to ...
Think not this paper comes with vain pretenseTo move your pity, or to mourn th'offense.Too well I know that hard ...
I am not prone to moralize In scientific doubtOn certain facts that Nature tries To puzzle us about,--For I am no philosopher Of ...
We see it each day in the paper,And know that there's mischief in store;That some unprofessional caperHas landed a shark ...
Who would believe that hard and arid stone,Which hath no principle of light nor heat,Doth in itself inactive fires secreteWith ...
If in my youth, ambitious then of fame,In my more verdant and vivacious age,The deeds and virtues did my song ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
ACT IV.SCENE I. The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling. To the right, at a table near the ...
Beautiful Death! I sing thee as one has sung Whose ...
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
There once was a time when I revelled in rhyme, with Valentines deluged my cousins, Translated Tibullus and ...
Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ought Of love and kind regard for meTell not you bore the stories droll ...
I venerate economists As very learned blokes,But when in paradox they speakTheir meaning oft I vainly seek, Suspecting subtle jokes.They ...
Lord, how couldst thou so much appease Thy wrath for sin, as when man's sight was dim, And could see ...
We see it each day in the paper, And know that there's mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
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