The Emigrants: Book I (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
1.SO shall abundant entrance me be givenInto the truth, my life's inheritance.Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch.My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their ...
The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along, He had no eye the veiling eve ...
HARK! Young Democracy from sleep Our careless sentries raps: A backwash from the Future's deep Our Evil's foreland laps. Unknown, ...
Fair Celia! when I prais'd your Charms,Your lovely Face and circling Arms;Your sparkling Eyes so full of Fire,That kindle at ...
Here is no flower, no violet e'er so sweet,Nor tree, nor brier, whatever charms they show, Beauty nor worth where ...
But they heard no cry of anguishBreak through that fiery wall,With rigid brow and silent lipsHe was seeking Odin's hall.Through ...
IHe leaped. With none to hinder,Of Aetna's fiery scoriaeIn the next vomit-shower, made heA more peculiar cinder.And this great Doctor, ...
DEGRADE yourself to this with feverish drink,Sustained by baudy tales of urban wit;This gay environment is surely fit.Invidious females, decked ...
MUTE or loquacious, as chance may require,Shrewdly complacent, quick to equivocate,Bluff, bully, browbeat, brag, conciliate,Cant, sympathise, or jest - both ...
Mere love, the common commerce of the earth, Is little in its uses; scarcely won, Ere o'ercloyed taste is sickened ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don't mourn your luck that's ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
MARK where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like, Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back'd wave! Here is a fitting spot to ...
Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like, Its skeleton shadow on the broad-backed wave! Here is a fitting spot to ...
Oh, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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