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 ...
Anne Batten Cristall Poems (26 Poems)
Thelmon And Carmel (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
PART THE FIRST.IN THELMON'S breast contending passions rise, While, with resentment stung, he proudly flies; The harmonist divine, to madness ...
Evening (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
GERTRUDE.IN clouds drew on the evening's close, Which cross the west in ranges stood, As pensive GERTRUDE sought the wood, ...
The Enthusiast (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
The Enthusiast. Songs Of Arla. (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
SONG I.WILD wing my notes, fierce passions urge the strain; Strong flame the fires that kindle in my soul; I ...
Noon (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
LYSANDER.THE sun had thrown its noontide ray Amid the flowers, and scorch'd the plains, Which panted for refreshing rains; While ...
Before Twilight (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
EYEZION.DAWN had not streak'd the spacious veil of night, When EYEZION, the light poet of the spring, Hied from his ...
Elegy On A Young Lady (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
TRANSCENDENT beauty moulders 'midst the earth! Exquisite tints fleet with the morning dews! All nature teems with life, while blasting ...
Written In Devonshire, Near The Dart (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
HAIL, Devon! in thy bosom let me rest, And pour forth music from my raptur'd breast: I'll stray thy meadow'd ...
Song Of Arla, Written During Her Enthusiasm (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
FLUSH'D, from my restless pillow I arose, To calm my thoughts, sad stranger to repose; Wandering through woods, by night's ...
Ode On Truth, Addressed To George Dyer (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
WHERE Fancy paints with Nature's simplest hues, And music's soul-entrancing concords join, There shall my numbers hail the modest Muse, ...
Song #1 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
WANDERING in the still of eve, While songsters homeward cleave the air, With lively notes my voice I tun'd, To ...
Morning (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
ROSAMONDE.WILD midst the teeming buds of opening May, Breaking large branches from the flow'ry thorn, O'er the fern'd hills see ...
Written When The Mind Was Oppressed (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
WANDERING amid the horrors of the night, Musing, my sighs mix with the whistling wind, Dim watery shadows shroud my ...
Song #4 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
COME, let us dance and sing, While our spirits lightly wing; Youth's gay fantastic spring Wreathes the mystic bow'rs! Bend ...
Verses Written In The Spring (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
FROM yon fair hill, whose woody crest The mantling hand of spring has dress'd, Where gales imbibe the May-perfume, And ...
The Blind Man (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
SAY, reverend man, why 'midst this stormy night Wander'st thou darkling, and expos'd, alone? Alas! I would assist thee, though ...
An Ode (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
ALMIGHTY Power! who rul'st this world of storms! Eternal Spirit of Infinity! Whose wisdom Nature's boundless space informs, O! look ...
Song #5 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
THE eve descends with radiant streaks, Sweetly serene and grandly gay, While western tinges flush the cheeks, And insects 'mid ...
Song, On Leaving The Country Early In The Spring (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
WHILE joy re-animates the fields, And spring her odorous treasures yields; While love inspires the happy grove, And music breaks ...
Song #7 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
BOTH gloomy and dark was the shadowy night, The leaden-surg'd ocean heav'd slowly each wave, Silence solemn as death succeeded ...
Song #6 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
THROUGH spring-time walks, which flowers perfum'd, I chas'd a wild capricious fair, Where hyacinths and jonquils bloom'd, Chanting gay sonnets ...
Elegy (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
WANDER, my troubled soul, sigh 'mid the night thy pain, While from my cloud-hung brow stream showers of briny rain; ...
Song #3 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
Repeat, O, Muse! the virtuous song Of him, whose bosom knew no art; Whose native measures, wild and strong, Pour'd ...
Song #2 (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
THE balmy comforts that are fled To me no more return, Though Nature's sweets around are shed, Amid those sweets ...
To A Lady, On The Rise Of Morn (Anne Batten Cristall Poems)
RISE, blossom of the spring, The dews of morn Still linger on the barren thorn; Arise, and sing! O! join ...