Grimalkin’s Ghost; Or, The Water Spirits (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
In humble imitation of the soaring flights of somelegendary and exquisitely pathetic modern Bards. JONAS lay on his bed, so ...
In humble imitation of the soaring flights of somelegendary and exquisitely pathetic modern Bards. JONAS lay on his bed, so ...
Past the despairing wail—And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away!Delight, that breathes and moves forever,Glides ...
FRIENDSHIP's the greater bliss we mortals share,It heightens pleasure, softens ev'ry care;Expands the heart, each thought severe disarms,And in the ...
GOOD woman: Don't love the man. Love yourself, As you have done so exquisitely before. Like that tortoise-shell cat of ...
Each good and perfect gift man's heart to moveComes from the heart before it leaves the hand,At once inspired and ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Past the despairing wail-- And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away! Delight, that breathes and ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
While I am emulating Keats My brother fabrics toilet seats, The which, they say, are works of art, Aesthetic features ...
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch ...
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