The Morai (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
FAIR OTAHEITE , fondly blest By him who long was doom'd to brave The fury of the Polar wave, That fiercely mounts the ...
FAIR OTAHEITE , fondly blest By him who long was doom'd to brave The fury of the Polar wave, That fiercely mounts the ...
ITHE CASTLE Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets Hark! what bell for church is toll'd? In the ...
THE BURGHERS.THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,But the father continued precisely as he had begun itWhat ...
If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stay'd,And left her debt to Addison unpaid;Blame not her silence, Warwick, but ...
See Selborne spreads her boldest beauties roundThe varied valley, and the mountain ground,Wildly majestic! what is all the prideOf flats, ...
The Shape alone let others prize,The Features of the Fair;I look for Spirit in her Eyes,And Meaning in her Air.A ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
YOU say you envy in your calm retreatOur social Meetings;--'tis with joy we meet.In these our parties you are pleased ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had died Between ...
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
I was a shepherd in the Tempean vale, I heard Apollo play,And send sweet music, like a lover's tale, Throughout ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
May Asda is gone to the merry green wood;Like flax was each tress on her temples that stood;Her cheek like ...
I hate your Sterne, though still at times, When for a lighter half-hour yearning,I toss aside unfinish'd rhymes For Uncle ...
I'M young, and it is early to leave the world behind, But my eyes are waxing dim, and I feel ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
I Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of ...
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