New-Englands (Benjamin Tompson Poems)
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
The loud winds rattled at the door-The shutters creaked and shook,While Eva, by the cottage hearth,Sat with abstracted look.With every ...
I. When Fate its utmost Cruelty had shown, And the Illustrious Charles was now no more, Th' Illustrious Charles, ...
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Deep in Sabea's fragrant groves retired,Long had the Eastern Sages studious dwelt,By love sublime of sacred science fired:Long had they ...
TO thee, bright Orb, my humid eyes I raise; To thee I sigh, reflecting as I gaze,How dark earth's ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
Can earthly commerce hush the music of the heart, and shut the doorof memory on a friend?—Miss Whittlesey.Ah, that our ...
Friendship, thou balm for ev'ry ill, I must aspire to thee; Whose breezes bid the heart be still, And render ...
Sweet Saint! on thee when pining sickness prey'd, Thy beauty canker'd, and thy youth decay'd, 'Twas thine with patience meek, ...
I know those subtle elements Thou dost administer,Have power to stay the parting breath, The languid pulse to stir.And not ...
--Virtuous youth! Thank Heav'n, I knew thee not--I ne'er shall feel The keen regret thy drooping friends sustain; Yet will ...
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
v.1-8 L. M. Charity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted. Blest is the man whose bowels move, And ...
Who taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night, To vanquish satan in the fields of light? Who strung thy ...
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