To The Lady H.O. (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
I.COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea! The boundless sea that washeth many lands, Where shells unknown to ...
I.COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea! The boundless sea that washeth many lands, Where shells unknown to ...
VVho Lucrine Lakes or Neros Ponds commends. Admire a Northerne King, whose work ...
Glomie Winter raign'd as King,Hoarie frost did nip each thing:Fields look'd naked now and bare,Fields which like a Chaos were.Earth ...
That Island which disdain'd the Roman Lords, Greater then which wide Thetis none ...
Kind Disturber of my Rest!Closer, closer, still be prest;In these Arms, my lovely Boy,Give me, give me farther Joy.Why would'st ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE boat is chafing at our long delay, And we must leave too soon The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne ...
We interrupt the work of the gods, hasty and inexperienced beings of the moment. In the palaces of Eleusis and ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
I There all the golden codgers lay, There the silver dew, And the great water sighed for love, And the ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
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 ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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