Verses – Spoken to Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles-Harley, Countess of Oxford (Matthew Prior Poems)
Madam, Since Anna visited the muse's seat,(Around her tomb let weeping angels wait)Hail, thou, the brightest of thy sex, and ...
Madam, Since Anna visited the muse's seat,(Around her tomb let weeping angels wait)Hail, thou, the brightest of thy sex, and ...
Thy look of love has power to calm The stormiest passion of my soul;Thy gentle words are drops of balm In life's ...
Harriet Wilson, shall I tell thee where,Beside my being cleverer,We differ?—thou wert hired to hold thy tongue,Thou hast no right ...
Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home,Decked with the mantling woodbine and the rose,And slender woods that ...
Come Harriet! sweet is the hour,Soft Zephyrs breathe gently around,The anemone's night-boding flower,Has sunk its pale head on the ground.'Tis ...
O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue lineOf western distance that sublime descendest,And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline,Thy ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
Build me a nation, said the Lord. The distant nations heard the word, Build me a nation true and strong, ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
On the Death of the same Lady, written in Sept. 1794. LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek;Its hollow ...
LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek;ts hollow winds repeat my sighs;The cold dews mingle on my cheekWith tears ...
IN tears to her mother poor Harriet came, Let us listen to hear what she says:"O see, dear mamma, it ...
THE CAPTIVE ESCAPEDIn the wilds of America. ADDRESSED TO THE HON. MRS O'NEILL. IF, by his torturing, savage foes untraced,The ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
THE READERS of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
In tears to her mother poor Harriet came, Let us listen to hear what she says: "O see, dear mamma, ...
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