Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts (Hannah More Poems)
PART I.There was a young and valiant Knight,Sir Eldred was his name;And never did a worthier wightThe rank of knighthood ...
PART I.There was a young and valiant Knight,Sir Eldred was his name;And never did a worthier wightThe rank of knighthood ...
"_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_ _Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_ _Yet oft his courtesies are smoother ...
LET ev'ry Christian who desires to know,What to his Saviour happen'd here below,Draw near — whilst I his Incarnation tell,And ...
"Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die." - Isaiah xxxviii.What! and no more? — Is this, my soul, ...
Let gaudy Mirth, to the blithe Carrol-song,In loose light-measur'd Numbers dance along;Thou, Muse no flow'ry Fancies here display,Nor warble with ...
Light my lone passage thro' this vale of life,And raise the seige of Care! This silent hourTo thee is sacred, ...
I.HAIL meek-ey'd maid! of matchless worth!Our best companion here on earth;To thee sole pow'r is giv'n,T' illume our dark and ...
YE holy women, say! will ye acceptThe passing tribute of a humble friend?Stranger indeed to you and to your faith,But ...
O Charity, divinely wise,Thou meek-ey'd Daughter of the skiesFrom the pure fountain of eternal light,Where fair, immutable, and ever bright,The ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
HARSH Poverty! why dost thou lourOn this my dwelling place?Why cast on me thy looks so sour?Have I not always ...
Grey gloom the storm-clouds in the Orient far, Foreshadowing dark and anxious hours to be,Where Britain's rivals to her ...
SOFT , gentle flower, of silver pale,Retiring lily of the vale;Graceful thy trembling blossoms blow,Fair rivals to unsullied snow:Secure within ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o'er my head the tyrant ...
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