Morduth – Book II (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
You beauteous ladyes, great and small,I write unto you one and all,Whereby that you may understandWhat I have suffered in ...
GOD of this Planet! for the name best fitsThe purblind view, which men of this "dim spot"Can take of THEE, ...
"AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er, And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more; Like some young rose-bud, ...
WHEN I'm dead, and silent lying,Should you in an hour of aweGaze upon me, softly sighing,Back the solemn curtain draw;But ...
"OH, lovely youth! why seem thy cheeks so pale? Oh, lovely youth! why are thine eyes so hollow? Oh, live! ...
A little house I had (a Heart I mean) Well furnish'd by my Mother's early Care With holy Principles, chaste ...
Behold, once more, facetious BenSteps from his paste to take the pen;And as the trumpets, shrill and loud,Precede the sheriff's ...
And beats my heart again with joy!And dances now my spirit light!The skiff that holds my darling boyThis moment burst ...
Life is at best a thorny path, Then let us pluck the flowers, And cease to weep For those who ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be, I greatly marvel how ...
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r, Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories ...
'Tis night; the mercenary tyrants sleep As undisturb'd as Justice! but no more The wretched Slave, as on his native ...
Like as a huntsman after weary chase, Seeing the game from him escap'd away, Sits down to rest him in ...
THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; In awful sounds ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Sir Robert the Bruce at Bannockburn Beat the English in every wheel and turn, And made them fly in great ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
HAIL holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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