Alas! Forgive Me (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
You say you once lov'd me, and lov'd me to madness, But ah! are you sure that you felt ...
You say you once lov'd me, and lov'd me to madness, But ah! are you sure that you felt ...
O! bring me flow'rs, and I will wreathe A chaplet for thy hair, And as I twine each bud't will ...
Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre, While plaudits shake the vaulted fane; Let warriors rush through flood ...
THE birth of the day in the prime of the year,Rousing to glory the slumb'ring sphere,Paradise peeping through roseate clouds,Mountains ...
The hours are passing slow,I hear their weary treadClang from the tower, and goBack to their kinsfolk dead.Sleep! death's twin ...
The stars are twinkling in the skies, The earth is lost in slumbers deep;So hush, my sweet, and close thine ...
HAIL! silent hour of peace serene,No busy din disturbs the scene;The sons of toil their labours close,And taste the sweets ...
1.Sleep, my honey, dreaming time is here,Fancy in her barge is drifting near,In the slumb'ring pine the birdie singsTo the ...
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SILENCE deep rules o'er the waters, Calmly slumb'ring lies the main, While the sailor views with trouble Nought but one ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest, And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour; Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow'r, ...
Interr'd beneath this marble stone, Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd ...
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream, Till his bright self ...
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