An Epistle From A Gentleman To Madam Deshouliers (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
URANIA, whom the Town admires, Whose Wit and Beauty share our Praise; This fair URANIA who inspires A ...
URANIA, whom the Town admires, Whose Wit and Beauty share our Praise; This fair URANIA who inspires A ...
O thou, who with the world had'st birth,Who rul'st despotic o'er the earth,To whom its life each creature yields;Man, bird, ...
I. THERE lies betwixt dead Pisa and the sea A haunted forest, with a heart so deep, That none could ...
LAST evening I walked by the clear water's side,And marked a lone Star as it shone in the tide:'Twas very ...
My life is drear; walking I labour sore;The heart in me is heavy as a stone;And of my sorrows this ...
WOULD that my love for thee were not so deep And full of life, my heart not wholly thine, Then ...
'Tis Sunrise - Little Maid - Hast ThouNo Station in the Day?'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so -Retrieve thine ...
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
URANIA, whom the Town admires, Whose Wit and Beauty share our Praise; This fair URANIA who inspires A thousand Joys ...
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain -- Twice a Winter's silver Fracture On the Rivers been ...
My period had come for Prayer -- No other Art -- would do -- My Tactics missed a rudiment -- ...
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou No Station in the Day? 'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so ...
O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life, Whom we this day lament, We freely wad exchanged the wife, And ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
O nightingale that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes ...
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