Elegy On The Death Of An Infant (John Wilson Poems)
Ere Margaret was three months old,Her father laid her in the mould!Poor Babe! her fleeting visit hereWas marked by many ...
Ere Margaret was three months old,Her father laid her in the mould!Poor Babe! her fleeting visit hereWas marked by many ...
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath Mine eyes to Argus, if ...
AFTER those reverend papers, whose soul is Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name ;By which to you ...
In the hour of my distress,When temptations me oppress,And when I my sins confess,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within ...
O hot-house deep in the forest's heart!O doors forever sealed!Lo, all that lives beneath thy dome,And in my soul, and ...
Lo! o'er the welkin the tempestuous cloudsSuccessive fly, and the loud-piping windRocks the poor sea-boy on the dripping shrouds,While the pale ...
Sweet flower, thou art a link of memory,An emblem to the heart of bright days flown;And in thy silence too ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
THE DISDAINED LOVER.I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves,-- Where thou didst stand in silence and in fear, For thou ...
Smoke of battle lifts and lies Sullen in her smouldering eyes, Where are seen Captive bales of merchandise. Here are ...
Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides ...
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit comfort me! ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
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