Morduth – Book II (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
IN Gallia's kingdom, near a forest wild,There liv'd a peasant, and his only child;A female, to whom Nature, most unkind,Had ...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years,By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears:Wing'd by new joys may each white ...
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
So tightly was Swanelil lacing her vest,That forth spouted milk, from each lily-white breast;That saw the Queen-mother, and thus she ...
THE pilot's at the helm,Yon vessel's course to mark;Yet shall destruction soon o'erwhelmThe unsuspecting bark.Triumphant now she ridesUpon the treach'rous ...
HELEN , by every sympathy allied,By love of virtue and by love of song,Compassionate in youth, and beauty's pride,To thee ...
Where, amid tumultuous waters,Sickening with a hope repress'd,Far from all his soul desires,Loves the sailor's eye to rest?Is it not ...
Yes! I've perus'd -- with new, increas'd delightHave reperus'd, each simply flowing line;Trac'd the known landscape bursting on the sightWith ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
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