Philemon (Matilda Betham Poems)
YE blooming youth, possest of every grace,Which can delight the eye, or please the ear,Who boast a polish'd mind and ...
Poems about trifler (21 Poems)
This World Not Our Rest (Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper Poems)
VAIN are those joys that erring man provides, Vain the pursuit of sublunary things!Wisdom the sandy edifice derides, Scoffs at the fading ...
An Apology For Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote (William Cowper Poems)
Did not my Muse (what can she less?)Perceive her own unworthiness,Could she by some well-chosen theme,But hope to merit your ...
To Mella (Peter John Allan Poems)
I CARE not for the azure eyes,Which look not on their kindred skiesWith all the holy sympathiesThat only song can ...
Tale IX (George Crabbe Poems)
EDWARD SHORE.Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!Oft will the body's weakness ...
The Apology (Charles Churchill Poems)
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
Tale VI (George Crabbe Poems)
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
The Borough. Letter XVIII: The Poor And Their (George Crabbe Poems)
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
Tale VII (George Crabbe Poems)
THE WIDOW'S TALE.To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,His only daughter, from her school in town;A tender, timid maid! ...
Tale XII (George Crabbe Poems)
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades (George Crabbe Poems)
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
The Critick And The Writer Of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
To Minna (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover?Or, there, did my Minna ...
On Seeing Some Butterflies In A Clover Field On The Sabbath (Caroline Fry Poems)
ON thy beds of clover playing, Pretty Insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning? 'Tis to ...
R.S.V.P. (Franklin Pierce Adams Poems)
AD PHYLLIDEMHorace: Book IV Ode II"_Est mihi nonum superantis annum_"Phyllis, I've a keg of fine fermented grape juice,Alban wine that's ...
To the Fritillary on a Sabbath Morn (Caroline Fry Poems)
On thy bed of clover playing,Pretty insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning; 'Tis to thee no Sabbath-day.Giddy ...
To The Nightingale (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Exert thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring! This Moment is thy Time to sing, This Moment I attend to Praise, ...
The Critick and the Writer of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
To Minna (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover? Or, there, did my ...
Street Cries (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...