To The Rainbow (Elizabeth Bath Poems)
HAIL glorious arch in Heav'n, whose varied diesGilds the dark vapours that obscure the skies;Whose matchless colours charm th' attentive ...
HAIL glorious arch in Heav'n, whose varied diesGilds the dark vapours that obscure the skies;Whose matchless colours charm th' attentive ...
THE silver birch, with pure-green flickering leaves, Flooded by morn with golden light, rejoices, And mingles with the kindred merriment ...
HAIL, infant Year! my waking eyeWith rapture meets thy dawn;Hope, fairest offspring of the sky,Illumes thy cloudless morn.Vexation hence! and ...
O thou, who, 'mid the forest trees, With thy harmonious trembling strain,Could'st change at once to soothing ease, My love-sick ...
Hark! friends! what sobs of sorrow, moans of grief,On every gale, through every region spread!Hark! how the western world bewails ...
When comes the lighted day for men to readLife's meaning, with the work before their handsTill this good gift of ...
Farewell! since vain is all my care, Far, in some desert rude,I'll hide my weakness, my despair: And, 'midst my ...
UPON a poet's page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent thought ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fashion's hourly change It all ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
Poussin! most pleasantly thy pictur'd scenes Beguile the lonely hour; I sit and gaze With lingering eye, till charmed FANCY ...
Come melancholy Moralizer--come! Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath; With me engarland now The SEPULCHRE OF TIME! Come ...
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre? Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song Revibrates on the heart With magic thrilling touch, Till ev'ry ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
WHOE'ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe; To whom the sounds of melody ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
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