Louisa: A Poetical Novel. First Epsitle. (Anna Seward Poems)
LOUISATOEMMA,HER FRIEND IN THE EAST-INDIES.THEE EMMA , four slow-circling years have seenPress, with thy pensive foot, Savannas green;Seen thee, with ...
LOUISATOEMMA,HER FRIEND IN THE EAST-INDIES.THEE EMMA , four slow-circling years have seenPress, with thy pensive foot, Savannas green;Seen thee, with ...
LOUISATOEMMA. APRIL 25th, 1781. OH! my lov'd EMMA , I have much ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
YOU say you envy in your calm retreatOur social Meetings;--'tis with joy we meet.In these our parties you are pleased ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
'Among many nations was there no King like him.' -Nehemiah, xiii, 26. 'Know ye not that there is a ...
IN Gallia's kingdom, near a forest wild,There liv'd a peasant, and his only child;A female, to whom Nature, most unkind,Had ...
I'Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and ...
Daughter of grave reflection, gentle power,Whose dictates oft improve the lonely hour,Kind melancholy come!I seek thy friendly aid;Beneath thy hallow'd ...
OH ! that amid this wandering maze of care,Where short-liv'd pleasure meets o'erwhelming woeAt every turn; e'en where bright virtue ...
O LOVE, let us part now! Ours is the tremulous, low-spoken vow, Ours is the spell of meeting hands and ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
the quality of being complete; unbroken condition; entirety ~ Webster A wild patience has taken me this far as if ...
SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am'rous of thy Strain, The ling'ring ...
Is it to love, to fix the tender gaze, To hide the timid blush, and steal away; To shun the ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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