The Forest Boy (Charlotte Smith Poems)
THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurstThe spot where the ruins decayOf the cottage, where Will ...
THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurstThe spot where the ruins decayOf the cottage, where Will ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Tho' all neglected now, the time hath beenWhen yon wide pleasaunce was the loveliest scene;When ...
TO FLORA. I.Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee!Thou restest now beneath some shady tree,Near a swift brook, upon ...
ON SEEING IT ENTANGLED ON THE TABLE OF A NEGLIGENT FEMALE. ON Celia's toilet, spread with trinkets gay,A skein of ...
HELEN , by every sympathy allied,By love of virtue and by love of song,Compassionate in youth, and beauty's pride,To thee ...
O, sweet slight friendWho frolics freeO'er cactus plainOr sandy lee, No one can lonelyLong remainWhile hearkening toThy blithe refrain When ...
TO-DAY I've discovered a treasure Tied up with a ribbon of blue; That record of pain and of pleasure, A ...
February 25th, 1851.YOU are to be married, Mary; This hour as I wakeful lie In the dreamy dawn of the ...
An infant is a selfish sprite;But what of that? the sweet delightWhich from participation springs,Is quite unknown to these young ...
By Murphy's Hotel as I loitered alongI heard an old shellback a-singing his song,A crazy old chorus, a song of ...
When mateless Adam loitered in the shade, Glad as a child, and felt the pulse of life Make its own ...
CFor life and death to me are so akin, So aptly one suggests the other's being; So quickly treads behind ...
No baby in the house, I know,'Tis far too nice and clean.No toys, by careless fingers strewn,Upon the floors are ...
When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw, I feel a fire before unknown in ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw, I feel a fire before unknown ...
Sometimes she walks through the village in her little red dress all absorbed in restraining herself, and yet, despite herself, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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