Ovid To His Wife (Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld Poems)
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
When blooming beauty in the noon of power,While offered joys demand each sprightly hour,With all that pomp of charms and ...
No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now; Depart in peace, thy little life is safe,For I have scanned thy ...
Ye who around this venerated bierIn pious anguish pour the tender tear,Mourn not!-'Tis Virtue's triumph, Nature's doom,When honoured Age, slow ...
Dame Charity one day was tiredWith nursing of her children three,-So might you beIf you had nursed and nursed so ...
Again the Lord of life and lightAwakes the kindling ray;Unseals the eyelids of the morn,And pours increasing day.O what a ...
'TIS past: dear venerable shade, farewel!Thy blameless life thy peaceful death shall tell.Clear to the last thy setting orb has ...
Sweet are the thoughts that stir the virgin's breastWhen love first enters there, a timid guest;Before her dazzled eyes gay ...
Sweet is the scene when Virtue dies!-When sinks a righteous soul to rest,How mildly beam the closing eyes,How gently heaves ...
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