Paraphrases From Scriptures. (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
'TWAS night in Babylon,--yet many a beamOf lamps, far glittering from her domes on high,Shone, brightly mingling in Euphrates' stream,With ...
COME, hear me relate our Redeemer's vast love,When to purchase our souls he first came from above;That love bear in ...
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TOME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791. WHILE in long exile far from you ...
HAIL lovely light of this material world!Bright orb of day! from thy pavilion darkOf wintry clouds now breaking forth again;Once ...
IN a dream of the night I was wafted away,To the moorland of mist where the martyrs lay;Where Cameron's sword ...
The moon was shining yet. The Orient's brow, Set with the morning star, was not yet dim; And the deep silence which ...
Whoever a religious life wou'd live,Submissive to the will of his dread Sire,He first of all most earnestly must striveFrom ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
LOUISATOEMMA,HER FRIEND IN THE EAST-INDIES.THEE EMMA , four slow-circling years have seenPress, with thy pensive foot, Savannas green;Seen thee, with ...
PART THE FIRST.IN THELMON'S breast contending passions rise, While, with resentment stung, he proudly flies; The harmonist divine, to madness ...
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
"YE nations of Europe! arising to war, And scorning submission to tyranny's might Oh! follow the track of my bright ...
Enough to nature and to grief is paid,Indulge no more these unavailing tears;Not all your comforts in the grave are ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
1 THE last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath, On the pavement here-and there beyond, it is looking, Down ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
ONE hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in ...
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