The Actress’s Ways And Means To Industriously Raise The Wind! (Elizabeth Beverley Poems)
A TRUE mirror now I'll show, If attention you'll bestow,--The present times pourtray'd with its follies, O; ...
A TRUE mirror now I'll show, If attention you'll bestow,--The present times pourtray'd with its follies, O; ...
Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;No more I need the bursting sigh ...
Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre, While plaudits shake the vaulted fane; Let warriors rush through flood ...
I might have been rich if I'd wanted the gold instead of the friendships I've made.I might have had ...
Stuffed with tradition and trammels of yore, Cramped in their studies, they sneer and scoldAt the strange, new passions young ...
Some struggle hard for worldly fame,Some toil to have an honored name,And some have great ambition.A few there are who ...
And I too found the seaward way-Venus Letalis. Deep are the chasmal years and lustrums longSince, following that dark Venus ...
AH, happy time! when music bound in oneTwo kindred souls that ne'er were out of tune:When in the porch, beneath ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
You ask me what I call Success - It is, I wonder, Happiness? It is not wealth, it is not ...
Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir'd, when Echo, am'rous of the strain ...
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy, By the bedside of his sick mother her only ...
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good ...
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