A Poem On The African Slave Trade. Addressed To Her Own Sex. Part II (Mary Birkett Card Poems)
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
Day.In the barn the tenant cock,Close to Partlet perch'd on high,Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock!)Jocund that morning's nigh.Swiftly, from the ...
YES, DELIA loves! My fondest vows are blest;Farewel the memory of her past disdain;One kind relenting glance has heal'd my ...
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