To A Friend, With A Present Of A Purse (Caroline Maxwell Poems)
THIS purse which you see was intended for you,In its nature is firm, in its principle true:And when the same ...
THIS purse which you see was intended for you,In its nature is firm, in its principle true:And when the same ...
Night is fair Virtue's immemorial friend.The conscious moon through every distant ageHas held a lamp to Wisdom, and let fallOn ...
Queen-bird, that sittest on thy shining nest And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest, And thou, thou other royal bird, ...
WHEN infant Reason first exerts her sway,And new-form'd thoughts their earlier charms display;Then let the growing race employ your care,Then ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
Exert thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring! This Moment is thy Time to sing, This Moment I attend to Praise, ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
LEt not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre breake out, that may her sacred peace molest: ne one light glance ...
TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd, twixt earnest and twixt game: See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made, ...
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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