To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Portland (Mary Barber Poems)
'Tis theirs, who but to please aspire,On Fiction to employ the Lyre;Make Gods and Goddesses displayThe Splendor of the Nuptial ...
'Tis theirs, who but to please aspire,On Fiction to employ the Lyre;Make Gods and Goddesses displayThe Splendor of the Nuptial ...
For un-feathering the glacial archangels,the barbed-lily snowfall of slender teethis condemned to the weeping of fountainsand the sadness of well-springs.For ...
The ore in the crucible is pungent, smelling like acrid wine,It is dusky red, like the ebb of poppies,And purple, ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
THE dauntless youth, with heart elate,Once more essays his chequered fate.As perils new he boldly tries,Behold a gathering ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
"YE nations of Europe! arising to war, And scorning submission to tyranny's might Oh! follow the track of my bright ...
Somewhere in the middle of the ocean every lost riverSorts itself out, reassembles, each picks its own threadWith its one ...
"IF e'er for human bliss or woe I feel the sympathetic glow; If e'er my heart has learn'd to know ...
AND is that beauteous Star eclips'd in night,Which late in Brunswick's constellation shone?Whose rays with mild effulgence beam'd so bright,And ...
RELIGION! fairest child of Heav'n,Why art thou drawn with brow austere?Sweet cherub guide to mortals giv'n,Why clad in frowns severe?Thy ...
I walk'd the fields at morning's prime,The grass was ripe for mowing; The skylark sang his matin chime,And all was ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent'rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring: ...
1 WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day, Withdrawn, I join a group of children watching-I pause ...
First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out ...
O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
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