To Miss Jean And Miss Isabella Monro, With Two Bottles Of The Otta Of Roses (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Tost rudely round this whirling sphere,Estrang'd from all he valued dear;Shut out from beauty's bright'ning ray;The social night, the tranquil ...
Tost rudely round this whirling sphere,Estrang'd from all he valued dear;Shut out from beauty's bright'ning ray;The social night, the tranquil ...
I.When her fair land with grief o'erspread,Insubria mourn'd her primate dead;When Borromeo to the tombWas borne mid all-pervading gloom;When dimm'd ...
Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light,Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write.While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms,She flashes ...
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?Was it not Boreas knit his ...
Take the harp, nor longer leave itSighing on the willow tree;Pass thy gentle fingers o'er it,And awake its melody;The streams ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
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