The Grave (Eliza Acton Poems)
There is a low and lonely place of rest,Upon whose couch the worn and wearied frameReposes in forgetfulness,—and there,The streaming ...
There is a low and lonely place of rest,Upon whose couch the worn and wearied frameReposes in forgetfulness,—and there,The streaming ...
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls, A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair The costly band ...
O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
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