Retirement (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
HAPPY the mind with self-enjoyment blest,Who makes the tranquil paths of life her choice;Seeks gentle Peace, 'mid tumults ne'er possest,And ...
HAPPY the mind with self-enjoyment blest,Who makes the tranquil paths of life her choice;Seeks gentle Peace, 'mid tumults ne'er possest,And ...
O! friend of Solitude, appear,O! nymph to Contemplation dear,Who oft invokes thy aid;Amid the busy cares of day,No moment owns ...
"Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, While the loud equinox its power ...
FATE brooded darkly o'er the ancient world, Athens and Rome beneath her shadow dwelt; The snaky terror of her eye ...
FOR him the stale conventions, habits, allThe thoughts men bow beneath, make virtueseemItself a fashion - whence rank cities teemWith ...
you may get fed up with me she says (seing herself slightly) fearing old age in a woman must render ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
It feels a shame to be Alive -- When Men so brave -- are dead -- One envies the Distinguished ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Ah, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace Those faultless forms of elegance and grace! Ah, cease to spread the ...
Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, While the loud equinox its power combines, The sea no more its ...
She comes, she comes--the burden of the deeps! Beneath her wails the universal sea! With clanking chains and a new ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height, That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave; By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light, I sought ...
O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the ...
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