Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts (Hannah More Poems)
PART I.There was a young and valiant Knight,Sir Eldred was his name;And never did a worthier wightThe rank of knighthood ...
PART I.There was a young and valiant Knight,Sir Eldred was his name;And never did a worthier wightThe rank of knighthood ...
A TALE FOUNDED UPON A NOVEL,ENTITLED" HELEN OF GLENROSS."FAIR Helen was the loveliest maidThat Scotia's land has seen;A sylph-like form, ...
Lord! to whose being ages are but moments,Fugitive moments! Thou, Eternal Father!Listen in mercy—for life's passing shadows Soon will be scatter'd.'Tis ...
Forbear to ask Me, why I weep;Vext Cloe to her Shepherd said:'Tis for my Two poor stragling SheepPerhaps, or for ...
Disdain not, mighty Chief, to whom descendThe Virtues and the Honours of your Friend,To view the Trophy which the Muses ...
There are, whose pearl of price is richly setIn mountings choice of intellectual gold,And polish'd high by graces manifold;Some such ...
WHAT pleasure to meA bridegroom would be!When married we are,They call us mamma.No need then to sew,To school we ne'er ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
THE WAGER.Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,Credit, and prudence, brought them constant gains;Partners and punctual, every friend ...
HAPPY the land, round which the ocean flows,Whose ebbing waves its fertile soil compose.The shepherd fearless leads his flocks to ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
HAIL , Fancy, hail! ungovernable pow'r, And tell my bosom how thy mimic art,Out-trav'lling time, can in one fleeting ...
WHILE thought unbending wings thy playful hour, Say, lovely Princess! dares my Muse advance?Or hope, mild beaming in thy ...
WHAT pleasure to me A bridegroom would be! When married we are, They call us mamma. No need then to ...
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