November, 1784. (Anne Hunter Poems)
NOW yellow autumn's leafy ruins lieIn faded splendor, on deserted plains,Far from the madding crowd, alone I fly,To wake in ...
NOW yellow autumn's leafy ruins lieIn faded splendor, on deserted plains,Far from the madding crowd, alone I fly,To wake in ...
HUSH , see you not my true love sleeps,Oh! cease that noisy bell:For see you not how much my loveDoth ...
"WILD thro' the desert woods Alzira flew! Her robe disorder'd hung; Wet were her locks from midnight's chilly dew, Her ...
Joy to Philip, he this dayHas his long coats cast away,And (the childish season gone)Puts the manly breeches on.Officer on ...
OBLIVION, teach me, teach me thee to find; They tell me, in thy waters thou canst steepEach sad remembrance ...
Why breathes my anxious heart the frequent sigh?Why from my eye-balls drop the ready tear?Is it to mark how present ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,And I was tarred and feathered,For publishing this on the day the ...
A Song.Dearest Chloe, I must leave you,From your sweetest Charms remove;Let not worldly Joys deceive you,Theres no Trust in Wealth ...
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell ...
The prosperous and beautiful To me seem not to wear The yoke of conscience masterful, Which galls me everywhere. I ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
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