Elegy (John Anster Poems)
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath Mine eyes to Argus, if ...
SHE is yet a child in years,Twelve springs are on her face,Yet in her slender form appearsThe woman's perfect grace.Her ...
Loving another, yet she married my father.That other portrait faded with the years.From her album paged in musty velvetShimmered forth ...
'Tis not in youth, when life is new, when but to live is sweet,When Pleasure strews her starlike flow'rs beneath ...
When I called you in your gardenMango blooms were rich in fragrance -Why did you remain so distant,Keep your doors ...
OH ! is it dreaming follyThat thus my mind deludes?Or listless melancholyUnbidden that intrudes?Why sinks this soul of pleasureThat once ...
ACT I.CLARA winds a skein, and sings with Brackenburg.THE drum gives the signal!Loud rings the shrill fife!My love leads his ...
A sense of sadness in the golden air;A pensiveness, that has no part in care,As if the Season, by some ...
Ezekiel vii. 16.ART thou an emblem, gentle, guileless bird,Of human hearts lamenting sin and strife?And gladly as thy low sweet ...
The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenessBewray itself in my long-settl'd eyes,Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,With idle pains and ...
he said - he loved he saidnow I livein his smileand tracethe shape of hipsas narrowas the trunk of the ...
Here when the cloudless April days begin,And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,Filling the forests with a pleasant ...
O Spitefull bitter thought!Bitterly spitefull thought! Couldst thou inventSo high a torture? Is ...
The lapse of years hath not yet parted theeFrom our most dear remembrance, shrin'd in thoughtThou reignest o'er a melancholy ...
On being prevented by severe illness from going thither. SWEET spot! it cannot e'er offend I deem, That I ...
LACON. For a kiss or two, confess, What doth cause this pensiveness, Thou most lovely neat-herdess? Why so lonely on ...
The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long-settl'd eyes, Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise, With ...
The curious wits seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long settled eyes, Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise, ...
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