A Family Epsitle To A Friend (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
KNOW this : that through all time past Love hasbeenSo sweet that none could perish and not liveForthwith again.Ere Persia ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
Canadian farmers came oft to the little green cottage,To see their new neighbors and hear them tell over their troubles.The ...
Aha! Beware! I know your guilty past! I was a witness of that secret crime.One word! and all your fondest ...
What is the gift of Life?Speak thou, in young existence revelling;To thee it is a glorious, godlike thing;Love, Hope, and ...
WHEN forc'd to leave my lovely Sue,What sorrow tore my heart;How did I ever bid adieu?How could I ever part?Still ...
LXXVSo dainty white my lady's fancies are That mine but sully her most abject thought; So pure and holy that ...
CXLWelcome, thou added sum of all delights, Thou glittering summit of completed joy, Thou perfect bliss, whose sweets could never ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
ARise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise, Thy sully'd Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name The good Interpreter. Some ...
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