On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious ...
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You? So stately they ascend -- It is as Swans -- discarded You, For ...
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove -- Till we -- are stouter -- What they -- renounced -- ...
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done -- Seems Summer's Recollection And the Affairs of June As infinite ...
As plan for Noon and plan for Night So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective -- The Foot upon ...
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all ...
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy, it's a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand ...
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of ...
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...
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