The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,And in that selff tyme fell throw caisThat the king off ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its ...
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
Gervase, a monk of Christ Church, Canterbury, speaks:Ninety long years have I dwelt here, and much have I seen in ...
Blooming, brooding, balmy May,Tell me what to sing or sayTo thy praise. I muse in vain—Sonnet, song, and rhyming strainBabble ...
A mystic world mantled in white simarreArachne-spun with argent woof; her wedeStarred with strange crystals wrought from frozen spar,Sprent with ...
The dying sunset's slanting raysIncarnadine the soldier's deed,His sturdy countenance betraysThe bull-dog breed.Not his to shun the stubborn fight,The struggle ...
WHEN that the fields put on their gay attire,Thou silent sitt'st near brake or river's brim,Whilst the gay thrush sings ...
October's flood had all deform'd the lea,And wintry blasts the forest wide had rent,When to the Muses Bower I blithsome ...
(A Pasteurization of Ode VII.)How many kisses, Lesbia, miss, you ask would be enough for me?I cannot sum ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
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