To Gaspar Visconti (James Crichton Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Now fir'd imagination soars on high, and showsMagnific scenes. The first--a summer's dawn--A sky of purest blue--a golden seaBeneath--earth bright ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
At morn-a mountain ne'er to be climbed o'er, A horn of plenty, lengthening evermore; At noon-the countless hour-sands ...
773Deprived of other Banquet,I entertained Myself-At first-a scant nutrition-An insufficient Loaf-But grown by slender addingsTo so esteemed a size'Tis sumptuous ...
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