The Daughter (Matilda Betham Poems)
"Come, mournful lute! dear echo of my woe! No stranger's tread in this lone spot I fear, Sweeter thy notes in such ...
"Come, mournful lute! dear echo of my woe! No stranger's tread in this lone spot I fear, Sweeter thy notes in such ...
Lord Thomas and fair AnnetSat all day on a hillWhen night was come and sun was setThey had not talked ...
O happier half of days decreed to me, My early years, so soon you passed away: Few were the flowers ...
ILear and Cordelia! 't was an ancient tale Before thy Shakespeare gave it deathless fame: The times have changed, the ...
473I am ashamed-I hide-What right have I-to be a Bride-So late a Dowerless Girl-Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face-No one ...
My Reward for Being, was This. My premium -- My Bliss -- An Admiralty, less -- A Sceptre -- penniless ...
I am ashamed -- I hide -- What right have I -- to be a Bride -- So late a ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
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