The Myrtle Of South Wales (Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems)
THOUGH odours sweet o'er Paphian gales were flung,When mid thy shade the shrine of Venus stood,Italia's muse, more sweet, thy ...
THOUGH odours sweet o'er Paphian gales were flung,When mid thy shade the shrine of Venus stood,Italia's muse, more sweet, thy ...
Now, by the blessed Paphian queen,Who heaves the breast of sweet sixteen;By every name I cut on barkBefore my morning ...
Be not too forward, painter; 'tisMore for thy fame, and art, to missAll other faces, than come nearThe Lady, that ...
Two children of the olden time In Flora's primrose season,Were born. The name of one was Rhyme That of the other Reason.And both ...
FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.The heartfelt power of ...
So sung the poet in a humble strain,With empty pockets, and a head in pain,Where the soft clime inclin'd the ...
As doth the purple headed rose prickt in The tender bosome, of the Paphian Queene, All beauties of the Garden farre out ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
Angelic theme of ancient lays! By Doric hills, Athenian vales, The nations bound thy brows with bays And ...
Fondly, too curious Nature, to adornAurora with the blushes of the morn:Why do her rosy lips breath gums and spice;Unto ...
Loved alike by Air and Water Aye must be Thessalia's daughter; To us, Olympian hearts, are given Spells that draw ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
Whatever alien fruits and changeling facesAnd pleasances of mutable perfumeThe flambeaux of the senses shall illumeAmid the night-furled labyrinthine spaces,In ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...
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