Poetic Aspirations (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Ah me! for all my toil and search, And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,I doubt I ne'er shall hook ...
Ah me! for all my toil and search, And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,I doubt I ne'er shall hook ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
"IAMONG the thousand, thousand spheres that roll, Wheel within wheel, through never-ending space, A mighty and interminable race, Yet held ...
To: E.M. II.Dear friend, you love the poet's song,And here is one for your regard.You know the "melancholy bard,"Whose grief ...
Of life's past woes, the fading traceHath given that aged patriarch's faceExpression, holy, deep, resign'd, The calm sublimity of mind.Years ...
I.Hark! through these flowers our music sends its greeting To your loved halls, where Psilas shuns the day; When the ...
Love is our all in all! I solemnly-- After long struggles with my luckless star, Seeking for joys around me ...
65I can't tell you-but you feel it-Nor can you tell me-Saints, with ravished slate and pencilSolve our April Day!Sweeter than ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
I had some things that I called mine -- And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim ...
Give little Anguish -- Lives will fret -- Give Avalanches -- And they'll slant -- Straighten -- look cautious for ...
I can't tell you -- but you feel it -- Nor can you tell me -- Saints, with ravished slate ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant ...
Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled! Prithee quit ...
Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Prythee quit ...
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