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 ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
YES, DELIA loves! My fondest vows are blest;Farewel the memory of her past disdain;One kind relenting glance has heal'd my ...
Dame Charity one day was tiredWith nursing of her children three,-So might you beIf you had nursed and nursed so ...
Stranger, approach! within this iron doorThrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneathThat vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confinedBy ...
NOVEMBER, 14, 1778.Come, clear thy studious looks awhile,'T is arrant treason nowTo wear that moping brow,When I, thy empress, bid ...
IN vain the sprightly sun renews his course,Climbs up th' ascending signs and leads the day,While long embattled clouds repel ...
This creature, though extremely thin,In shape is almost square;Has many heads, on which ne'er grewOne single lock of hair.Yet several ...
FLOWERS to the fair: To you these flowers I bring,And strive to greet you with an earlier spring.Flowers sweet, and ...
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