Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Second Epsitle. (Anna Seward Poems)
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
Leah Sublime,Goddess above me!Snake of the slimeAlostrael, love me!Our master, the devilProspers the revel.Tread with your footMy heart til it ...
O MUSIC! soul-enchanting nymph, advance,Thro' magic maze to guide the measur'd dance,Or aid the tremulous voice,When fired with Nature's charms ...
To be able to see every side of every question;To be on every side, to be everything, to be nothing ...
Falling, falling—gently falling,Pattering on the window pane,Like a weird spirit callingCome the heavy drops of rain.Sweeping by the crazy casement,Where ...
OH! Thou whose breath empoisons the sweet air,Whose heart is evil, and whose mind despair;Whose baleful tongue the fairest fame ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
WILD, wild the storm, and the sea high running, Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering, Shouts ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatness ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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