Winter (Henry Alford Poems)
Had I the wondrous magic to investIdeal forms in colour, I would paintThee, winter, first, by an ideal saintDeep in ...
Had I the wondrous magic to investIdeal forms in colour, I would paintThee, winter, first, by an ideal saintDeep in ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
JESSE AND COLIN.A Vicar died and left his Daughter poor -It hurt her not, she was not rich before:Her humble ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
ON SEEING IT ENTANGLED ON THE TABLE OF A NEGLIGENT FEMALE. ON Celia's toilet, spread with trinkets gay,A skein of ...
I."Through the summer day, through the weary day, We have glided long; Ere we speed to the Night through her ...
A CUMBERLAND BALLAD And auld Robin Forbes has given them a dance!I put on my speckets to see them a' ...
Says **** O! where is that brilliancy flown, Which forbad the intrusion of care?That spark evanescent so lately that ...
"Say, where am I? Can you tell? Is my heart within my breast? Am I bound in magic spell, Or ...
WITHIN a little room Doth one dear Painter sit, 'Tis fringed with Summer bloom, And the ivy drops o'er it: ...
Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs ...
(The 110th anniversary of the completion of the "Decline and Fall" at the same hour and place) A spirit seems ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
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