The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey (Hannah More Poems)
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
Light my lone passage thro' this vale of life,And raise the seige of Care! This silent hourTo thee is sacred, ...
1.One looks into the sun lawn, and the steep Curved slopes of hills, set sharp against the sky, With tufted woods encinctured, ...
YOUR hair is scant, my friend, and mine is scanter,On heads snowed white by Time, the disenchanter;In place of joyous ...
"The voice of One hath spoken, And the bended reed is bruised--The golden bowl is broken, And the silver cord is loosed."Over ...
I heard there was no place among the powersFor Beauty; that she stands not in the plan;That even the tints ...
PATHWAY of light! o'er thy empurpled zone,With lavish charms, perennial summer strays;Soft 'midst thy spicy groves the zephyr plays, While far ...
Spirals fascinate me:They ascendBy such gentle gradations.Little green spiralsOf the vineThat creep softly--Then lay strong holdOn stony crevices,Lifting a great ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he seesThe soft blue starlight through the one small window,The moon above black ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
- 1 -The mortal flesh must rotIn a life-forgotten spot.The soul ...
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our ...
In colors and in gradations changing the shades of gray letting go of the black and white the need to ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
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