Hope’s Invitation (Laura Sophia Temple Poems)
The shades of the Night are now fading away,And Morn in her balmy effulgence is seen ;The lark pours his ...
The shades of the Night are now fading away,And Morn in her balmy effulgence is seen ;The lark pours his ...
Hail to the Light of this revolving Morn,On which such Beauty to the World was born,Or rather made--for thus Traditions ...
A BARD, unlike the bards of yore,Who drew from Aganippe's well,Inspiring draughts of poesy,As their harmonious numbers tell;Unlike the Roman ...
ABOVE them spread a stranger sky Around, the sterile plain,The rock-bound coast rose frowning nigh, Beyond,--the wrathful main:Chill remnants of the wintry ...
Man in the wombe, is but a Zoophyte, There nourish'd like a plant: But when Hee is produc'd to the day-light, Disclos'd from ...
THIS crested pin, I heard you say,Was like a beam from fortune's ray,Portending some event that's kind,To soothe my griefs, ...
Thou Black, wherein all colours are compos'd,And unto which they all at last return,Thou colour of the Sun where it ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Their father's blessing on their knees they take,And now to Memphis quick advances make,Where safe arriv'd, but fearful of their ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
FROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow, From streams which northern winds forbid to flow, What present shall the ...
SWEET pillow! on whose down the loveliest fair That e'er in slumber clos'd her radiant eyes,Reclines, her wasted spirits ...
HOW soft are the day dreams, how sweet are the slumbers Of him who reclines on the lap of ...
In revolutionary France, (During that bloody scene,)Whose head cut off and heart torn out.With brutal rage were shown about,First ...
The name of that Italian bard I seek,Whose varied works his well-earned praises speak,But chief one noble poem known to ...
My sense is ravish'd, when I seeThis happie season's Jubilee.What shall I term it? a new birth;The resurrection of the ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
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