The Miser (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
MISER ! why countest thou thy treasure,Thy ill-got hoards of paltry gold ?--Feel'st thou a throb of secret pleasure,When Conscience ...
MISER ! why countest thou thy treasure,Thy ill-got hoards of paltry gold ?--Feel'st thou a throb of secret pleasure,When Conscience ...
How well my heart remembersBeside these camp-fire embersThe eyes that smiled so far away,-- The joy that was November's. Her voice to ...
My friend, late found, yet not the less approved,Thy zealous labours in the work belovedOf earnest teaching—'midst thy toils and ...
All night in slumber deep the armies lay: But, while the eastern sky with first faint beam Yet dimly reddened; ...
On the next morning,--so by heavenly Voice Instructed,--unto Pharaoh went again Moses and Aaron; craving to be heard, Because of ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HAPLESS JOURNEY.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Now arranges for a journeyTo the village of the Northland,To the land of cruel winters,To ...
In a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the door, And hunger ...
LEAWOOD HALL,A Chistmas Tale. IN a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the ...
INow farewell to you! you areOne of my dearest, whom I trust:Now follow you the Western star,And cast the old ...
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
ALTHO' to man's aspiring pride, It may appear degrading;Yet look on all the world around,And say what ...
When the shades of eve descending Throw o'er cloistered courts their gloom, Dimly with the twilight blending Memories ...
A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho' she curb'd his Pleasures, ...
Though he was tempted hungry, alone in the desert Jesus stood strong calling on the word of God Not taking ...
A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho' she curb'd his Pleasures, ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, O, but with ...
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with ...
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