The Old Sheperd’s Recollections (Matilda Betham Poems)
Low, heavy clouds are hanging on the hills, And half-impatient of the sun's approach, Shake sullenly their cold and languid wings! Oh! it ...
Low, heavy clouds are hanging on the hills, And half-impatient of the sun's approach, Shake sullenly their cold and languid wings! Oh! it ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place,The last effusions of my muse to grace.O charming Phillis! may the same ...
Where e'er the fetter has been broken, Where e'er the bondsman has been freed,Where e'er a sentence has been spoken In behalf ...
WHO bleeds in the desert, faint, naked, and torn,Left lonely to wait for the coming of morn?The last sigh from ...
O have you seen my fairy steed?His eyes are wild, his mane is white,He feeds upon an elfin weedIn cool ...
Infinite consanguinity it bearsThis tendered theme of you that lightRetrieves from sea plains where the skyResigns a breast that every ...
HASTENED the hardy one, henchmen with him,sandy strand of the sea to treadand widespread ways. The world's great candle,sun shone ...
Young Dermod stood by his mother's side,And he spake right stern and cold;"Now, why do you weep and wail," he ...
These be the fruits, O man who would out-loom The proudest Caesar of Rome's proudest story,When legion after legion marched ...
WHEN Cyrus, call'd the younger, fought Against his king and brother,What eunuch who'd cut off the headAnd right hand ...
Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when ...
Something's wrong in Pigeon-land; 'Tisn't as it used to be, When the pilgrim, corn in hand, Courted us with laughing ...
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I ...
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires; And where go forth at morn, ...
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