Advice To A Woman, Not To Grieve Too Much For The Death Of Her Child (Rees Prichard Poems)
O! Martha, Martha, cease thy plaintive moan —Take comfort — check thy over frequent sighsFor thy dear babe — whom ...
O! Martha, Martha, cease thy plaintive moan —Take comfort — check thy over frequent sighsFor thy dear babe — whom ...
Please don't feel annoyedIn being told about the great valourOf the most clever among the Roman Braves,Whose name is mentioned ...
Tell me, ye prim adepts in Scandal's school,Who rail by precept, and detract by rule,Lives there no character, so tried, ...
Are you struck with her figure and face? How lucky you happened to meetWith none of the gossipping race, Who dwell in ...
Up and down in my garden fair,Under the trellis where grapes will bloom,With the breath of violets in the air,As ...
NAY! swear no more, thou woman whom I calledStar, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to leanFrom her white altar and ...
You know, dear, that this vicious world is ever prone to see,Most glaring faults and blemishes, in evey purity;And thus, ...
Worthy art thou, returning home, the bellFor thee should ring, and crowds come gathering roundTo gaze, how as a gladdening ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
I.And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like ...
Cry on! full well I know the voice,For often it hath called on me, Stirring my passions with the noise,As ...
They have Chiseled on my stone the words: 'His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him That ...
RASH 1 mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name Shall no longer appear in the records of Fame; Dost not know ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Out-Worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the ...
To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear This paltry age's gaudy livery, To let each base hand filch ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour ...
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
They have chiseled on my stone the words: 'His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him That ...
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