The Enthusiast (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,Where dancing sun-beams n the waters ...
A sultry eve pursu'd a sultry day;Dark streaks of purple in the sky were seen,And shadows half conceal'd the lonely ...
HAIL, Devon! in thy bosom let me rest, And pour forth music from my raptur'd breast: I'll stray thy meadow'd ...
How lovely art thou in thy tresses of foam, And yet the warm blood in my bosom grows chill,When yelling ...
I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me ...
"OH, lovely youth! why seem thy cheeks so pale? Oh, lovely youth! why are thine eyes so hollow? Oh, live! ...
HARK! the glad horn's sonorous strain,Responsive to the shouting swain,Proclaims the harvest o'er;The master of the field stands by,And views ...
IN vain the sprightly sun renews his course,Climbs up th' ascending signs and leads the day,While long embattled clouds repel ...
SWEET spot! with magic scenery graced,The abode of elegance and taste,Where Nature's charms, improv'd by art,Pour delight o'er every heart:Here ...
WELCOME thy dawn, protracted day,With pleasures in thy train;Whilst thou and twilight share the sway,Night trembles for her reign.Rouzed from ...
"AT thy approach, oh, sweet bewitching May! Through ev'ry wood soft melodies resound; On silken wings Favonian breezes play, And ...
Smiling river, smiling river, On thy bosom sun-beams play;Though they're fleeting, and retreating, Thou hast more deceit than they.In thy ...
So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light, Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night; Not all ...
Argument. To leap from the promontory of LEUCADIA was believed by the Greeks to be a remedy for hopeless love, ...
Can'st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul! Thy Sappho's voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre! That melting ev'ry thought ...
AH! think no more that Life's delusive joys, Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP'S dearer claim; Or wound a heart, ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
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