Saturday, the Small-Pox (Mary Wortley Montagu Poems)
FLAVIA.The wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd, Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind ; A glass revers'd in her right ...
FLAVIA.The wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd, Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind ; A glass revers'd in her right ...
My little bird, how canst thou sitAnd sing amidst so many thorns?Let me a hold upon thee get,My love with ...
So this is what it's like when loveleaves, and one is disappointedthat the body and mind continue to exist,exacting payment ...
I sit, this evening, far away,From all I used to know,And nought reminds my soul to-dayOf happy long ago.Unwelcome cares, ...
When the bubble moon is young,Down the sources of the breeze,Like a yellow lantern hungIn the tops of blackened trees,There ...
PART ICOME, gentle maidens, gather round.Bring sprigs of rosemary and rue,Strew virgin lilies on the ground,And the wild rose embalm'd ...
I STAND in old Earth's presence; over allThe warm, pervading sunshine seems to printLife and the Present; and there is ...
ONE hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in ...
No longer torn by what she knows And sees within the eyes of others, Her doubts are when the daylight ...
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