Eliza (Erasmus Darwin Poems)
Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height,O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight;Sought, with bold eye, amid the bloody strife,Her ...
Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height,O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight;Sought, with bold eye, amid the bloody strife,Her ...
"HOW many a day, in various hues array'd, Bright with gay sun-shine, or eclips'd with shade; How many an hour, ...
AH, Wolfe! the mention of thy nameDamps in my breast th' heroic flame, And gloomy scenes far other thoughts inspire;Smit ...
Beside Missouri's swelling wavesAn Indian maiden knelt,And gazed across the shadowed stream,And through the forest's belt;And while the leaves about ...
To see beauty in all, is to lift our own SoulUp to loftier heights than do chose who aspireThrough culpable ...
I am in love with light but do not fear the dark;If I don't regret sin, I don't boast of ...
I will not go to tea with you, Mrs Arden,Yourself, your house, your tea,These threeAre all acceptable to me;But oh!Too ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean ...
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve; Its importunate cry, too laxly curved: And you drew us an ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
1 TO-DAY a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
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