Eleonora (Elizabeth Scot Poems)
O THOU ! to whom each thought unchanging tends,To thee these lines a wretched captive sends.In vain did love our ...
O THOU ! to whom each thought unchanging tends,To thee these lines a wretched captive sends.In vain did love our ...
Some speak of lords, some speak of lairds,And sic like men of high degree;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Some ...
I O-Shichi, all my heart today Is dreaming of your fate; And of your little house that ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Taste and Spirit.--Mr. B---n---r---d commences a Beau Gar?on. So lively, ...
IN this rejoicing time, when sun and shower In shining alternation rule the sky, And the brown fields are shadow'd ...
WHEN Solitude's calm voice invites,To taste her pure, unmix'd delights,What can in charms the rural scene surpass?While yet moist Morn's ...
My eyes have never seen the moon so lovely as tonight; In silence wrapt it is the breathless music of ...
THE birth of the day in the prime of the year,Rousing to glory the slumb'ring sphere,Paradise peeping through roseate clouds,Mountains ...
False glozing pleasures, casks of happinesse,Foolish night-fires, women's and children's wishes,Chases in arras, guilded emptinesse,Shadows well mounted, dreams in a ...
In spring's green lap there blooms a flower,Whose cup imbibes each vernal shower;That sips fresh nature's balmy dew,Clad in her ...
One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the ...
WITHIN a town where parity According to old form we see,-- That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
Methinks I see you, newly risen From your embroider'd Bed and pissing, With studied mien and much grimace, Present yourself ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
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