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 ...
So long estranged from every Muse's lyre,And groveling in the tangled net of Care;What powerful breath shall kindle up that ...
A FRAGMENTFarewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blushAnd Summer's deeper glow, the shepherd's pipeTuned to the murmurs of a weeping ...
Stranger, approach! within this iron doorThrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneathThat vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confinedBy ...
PLACED OVER A CHIMNEY-PIECESurly Winter, come not here;Bluster in thy proper sphere:Howl along the naked plain,There exert thy joyless reign;Triumph ...
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