The History Of Joseph: A Poem In Ten Books. Book IV. (Elizabeth Singer Rowe Poems)
Mean while thro' savage woods, and deserts vast, The captive with his Midian masters past. At last rich Egypt's pleasant ...
Mean while thro' savage woods, and deserts vast, The captive with his Midian masters past. At last rich Egypt's pleasant ...
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
Now on the summit rapt I stand,The centre of the circling land.See, around, above, below,What beauties blaze, what colors glow!Blending, ...
IAS lightly as a filmy veilThat folds the April larch,My tenderest joy drops like a dreamDown from the buds of ...
Johannes, son of Gilbert, born At Warren Magna, com. Wigorn., Till one-and-twenty simple John, Cast his eyes on Alison ; ...
Reason, which long had absent been before, Vouchsaf'd one Day to come within my door. Affrighted at th' unusual Sight, ...
Translated From The German of Schiller.AH faithless! canst thou thus desert me, With all fair thoughts and fancies gay, With ...
Where in dawnward SicilyGentle rivers wed the sea,Bitter life was given me.Gods that are most desolateFor their loveliness and stateBeing ...
I WAS a youth of studious mind, Fair Science was my mistress kind, And held me with attraction chemic; No ...
Last night I walked in happy dreams,The paths I used to know;I heard a sound of running streams,And saw the ...
Spring surely must be near. High over head The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is ...
I CANNOT tell why these sad oaken groves Should bring to mind the gay and mystic glades Where Donatello danced; ...
(_At Bombay_)Cast me out from among you, I will not see my childLaid aloft where the vultures May clamour for ...
THE sun ascends a cloudless sky,The moistening dews before him fly;How sweet to pace the fields at dawn,This mild, serene, ...
I Feel the cool breath of the coming night,Sweet with the scent of meadows and new hay,And subtly as a ...
O gentlest love, I have not playedFor you upon the lute of jade;Nor on that fabulous bassoonWrought from the horns ...
THE soft wind blows Across the snows, And turns the palest face to rose; The wind it goes Where no ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse. ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
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