Roberval (Hannah S Battersby Poems)
A LEGEND OF OLD FRANCE.Never did rosy morning Sweep o'er the skirts of night,Calm nature's face adorning, With more intense delight;Never did ...
A LEGEND OF OLD FRANCE.Never did rosy morning Sweep o'er the skirts of night,Calm nature's face adorning, With more intense delight;Never did ...
I love thee not for sacred chastity.Who loves for that? nor for thy sprightly wit:I love thee not for thy ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
Ah, Manon, say, why is it we Are one and all so fain of thee? Thy rich red beauty debonnaire ...
Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart! Did they forsake thee? ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
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