Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Second Epsitle. (Anna Seward Poems)
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
LOUISATOEMMA,HER FRIEND IN THE EAST-INDIES.THEE EMMA , four slow-circling years have seenPress, with thy pensive foot, Savannas green;Seen thee, with ...
LOUISATOEMMA. APRIL 25th, 1781. OH! my lov'd EMMA , I have much ...
AT THE TOMB OF ARGANTYR. ARUNIC DIALOGUE. HERVA. ARGANTYR, wake!--to thee I call,Hear from thy dark sepulchral hall!'Mid the Forest's ...
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
APOEM,WRITTEN ON THAT COAST, AND ADDRESSED TO ITS PROPRIETOR,SIR JOHN STANLEY. THEE, STANLEY , thee, our gladden'd spirit hails,Since Life's ...
For one short week I leave, with anxious heart,Source of my filial cares, the Full of Days,Lur'd by the promise ...
Base is the purpose of this Epic Song,Baneful its powers: but, oh, the Poesy("What can it less when Sun-born GENIUS ...
AND THE INHABITANTS OF ITS ENVIRONS. PROUD of her ancient Race, Britannia showsWhere, in her Wales, another Eden glows,And all ...
RETURN, blest years!--when not the jocund Spring,Luxuriant Summer, nor the amber hoursCalm Autumn gives, my heart invok'd to bringJoys, whose ...
O thou, who turnest this impassioned leaf, Where Anguish claims the sympathetic grief, If no relentless prejudice can bind In ...
To AYOUNG LADY IN AFFLICTION,WHO THOUGHT SHE SHOULD NEVER MORE BE HAPPY; WRITTEN ON THE SEA-SHORE. Yes, thou shalt smile ...
WRITTEN ON RISING GROUND,NEAR LICHFIELD. The Evening shines in May's luxuriant pride,And all the sunny hills at distance glow,And all ...
And now the youthful, gay, capricious Spring,Piercing her showery clouds with crystal light,And with their hues reflected streaking brightHer radiant ...
Behold that tree in autumn's dim decay, Stripped by the frequent chill and eddying wind; Where yet some yellow lonely ...
Behold him now his genuine colours wear,That specious false-one, by whose cruel wilesI lost thy amity; saw thy dear smilesEclips'd; ...
Now, young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne,'Mid the deep woodlands, hills, and vales, and bowers,Unfolds her leaves, her blossoms, and ...
INVITATION TO A FRIEND. Since dark December shrouds the transient day,And stormy Winds are howling in their ire,Why com'st not ...
I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light,Winter's pale dawn; and as warm fires illume,And cheerful tapers shine around ...
Thou child of Night and Silence, balmy Sleep,Shed thy soft poppies on my aching brow!And charm to rest the thoughts ...
INGRATITUDE ,--how deadly is thy smart,Proceeding from the Form we fondly love!How light, compar'd, all other sorrows prove!Thou shed'st a ...
If he whose bosom with no transport swellsIn vernal airs, and hours, commits the crimeOf sullenness to Nature; 'gainst the ...
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