Sonnet XLVIII. To Mrs. **** (Charlotte Smith Poems)
NO more my wearied soul attempts to strayFrom sad reality and vain regret,Nor courts enchanting fiction to allaySorrows that sense ...
NO more my wearied soul attempts to strayFrom sad reality and vain regret,Nor courts enchanting fiction to allaySorrows that sense ...
604Unto my Books-so good to turn-Far ends of tired Days-It half endears the Abstinence-And Pain-is missed-in Praise-As Flavors-cheer Retarded GuestsWith ...
When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- Far ends of tired Days -- It half endears the Abstinence ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant of Art; They walked together, heart communed with heart ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
As thro' the land at eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, ...
I. Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thicken Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
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