Holbain (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
PART THE FIRST.IN THELMON'S breast contending passions rise, While, with resentment stung, he proudly flies; The harmonist divine, to madness ...
GERTRUDE.IN clouds drew on the evening's close, Which cross the west in ranges stood, As pensive GERTRUDE sought the wood, ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
SONG I.WILD wing my notes, fierce passions urge the strain; Strong flame the fires that kindle in my soul; I ...
WANDERING in the still of eve, While songsters homeward cleave the air, With lively notes my voice I tun'd, To ...
ROSAMONDE.WILD midst the teeming buds of opening May, Breaking large branches from the flow'ry thorn, O'er the fern'd hills see ...
FROM yon fair hill, whose woody crest The mantling hand of spring has dress'd, Where gales imbibe the May-perfume, And ...
THE eve descends with radiant streaks, Sweetly serene and grandly gay, While western tinges flush the cheeks, And insects 'mid ...
WANDER, my troubled soul, sigh 'mid the night thy pain, While from my cloud-hung brow stream showers of briny rain; ...
Repeat, O, Muse! the virtuous song Of him, whose bosom knew no art; Whose native measures, wild and strong, Pour'd ...
THE balmy comforts that are fled To me no more return, Though Nature's sweets around are shed, Amid those sweets ...
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