The Enthusiast. Songs Of Arla. (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
SONG I.WILD wing my notes, fierce passions urge the strain; Strong flame the fires that kindle in my soul; I ...
SONG I.WILD wing my notes, fierce passions urge the strain; Strong flame the fires that kindle in my soul; I ...
Phyllis, if you will not agree To give me back my liberty, In spite of you I must regain My ...
The shore-boat lies in the morning light, By the good ship ready for sailing;The skies are clear, and the dawn ...
"Silent he stalk'd, and ever and anon He shudder'd, and turn'd back, saying, ""Who follows?"" Horror had blanch'd his check; ...
IN vain my eye-lids seek reposeWhile midnight spreads her thickest gloom,My heart, a stranger to repose,Still bleeds o'er poor departed ...
The ever rolling flood of years,Is bearing us, our hopes and fears,With all we are or crave,Into that fathomless abyss—A ...
HELEN , by every sympathy allied,By love of virtue and by love of song,Compassionate in youth, and beauty's pride,To thee ...
"Oh! I shall ne'er forget thee, wretched wight! While memory holds forget thee shall I never; Thy conscious form, that ...
WHEN through the nations stalks contagion wild, We from them cautiously should steal away. E'en I have oft with ling'ring ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
(Exodus, xv.26) Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Waiting to feel Thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair And, Saviour, ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After ...
NATIVE moments! when you come upon me-Ah you are here now! Give me now libidinous joys only! Give me the ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; In awful sounds ...
SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am'rous of thy Strain, The ling'ring ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
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