The Unfaithful Lover (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
"(IMPROMPTU.) How dare you say that still you love? In truth you'll move my rage, Or, likelier far, my scorn ...
"(IMPROMPTU.) How dare you say that still you love? In truth you'll move my rage, Or, likelier far, my scorn ...
For Wit and Beauty she may vie With any mortal Brain, or Face: But, ah! where's noble Virtue? where shall ...
If it console thee, Sweet, to be aware That not alone thy grievous load is borne, That every golden eve ...
Come my Celia, let us prove,While wee may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours, for'ever:He, at length, our ...
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our ...
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever;He at length our ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in ...
Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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