To Mrs. P********, With Some Drawings of Birds and Insects. (Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld Poems)
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. ...
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
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 ...
Jehovah reigns: let every nation hear,And at his footstool bow with holy fear;Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,And ...
NOW the moon-beam's trembling lustre Silvers o'er the dewy green,And in soft and shadowy colours Sweetly paints the ...
So long estranged from every Muse's lyre,And groveling in the tangled net of Care;What powerful breath shall kindle up that ...
Observe the insect race, ordain'd to keepThe lazy Sabbath of a half-year's sleep.Entomb'd beneath the filmy web they lie, And ...
A FRAGMENTFarewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blushAnd Summer's deeper glow, the shepherd's pipeTuned to the murmurs of a weeping ...
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! we breathe! assuaged at lengthThe flames that drank our vital strength!Smote with intolerable heatNo more our throbbing temples ...
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION IN THE GREEK GRAMMARThey speak of never-withering shades,And bowers of opening joy;They promise mines of ...
From rosy bowers we issue forth,From east to west, from south to north,Unseen, unfelt, by night, by day,Abroad we take ...
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