The Suppliant (Caroline Maxwell Poems)
STOP , lady stop, my wretched tale attend,And to my wants your kind assistance lend:So may kind fortune e'er propitious ...
STOP , lady stop, my wretched tale attend,And to my wants your kind assistance lend:So may kind fortune e'er propitious ...
IN Gallia's kingdom, near a forest wild,There liv'd a peasant, and his only child;A female, to whom Nature, most unkind,Had ...
NOW seated secure round this bright cheery fire,A ditty from me why so earnest require?A tale full of horrors, you ...
NOW sad and slow with solemn paces,She wanders thro the castle's courts;Sighing as she the scene retraces,Where silence reigns, instead ...
HARK ! heard you not yon mournful bell,Slow sounding thro' the gloom;A lovely victim's fate to tell,Call'd early to the ...
LATE was the hour; and hush'd each sound,When Egbert sought his downy bed;Tho' silence reign'd, yet balmy sleepHad from his ...
A GOTHIC BALLAD. MOURNING muse, record a ditty,Of two tender lovers dear:A heart of marble sure must pity,The woes of ...
HUSH , see you not my true love sleeps,Oh! cease that noisy bell:For see you not how much my loveDoth ...
THE SPARROW'S ADDRESS TO THE COOK MAIDS. YE gentle cookmaids, oh! in pity spare,The various fragments from your plenteous boardThe ...
THE LAMENTATION OF A CANARY BIRD IN HIS CAGE. OH ! happy kindred, tenants of the air,Ye wing'd inhabitants of ...
YOU blame me, dear friend, for admiring of cats,Which (except for destroying of mice and of rats)You say is a ...
WHEN Emma, in my humble cot,Her smiles bestow'd on me;Ah! then I thought, a happier lotThan mine could never be.The ...
A BALLAD. SIX months had William absent been,From fair Jamaica's Isle;Six months had pass'd, and few had seen,His lovely Janet ...
WHO DECLARED AN INTENTION OF LEAVING OFF WRITING IN FUTURE. OFT ' doth the mournful muse complain,And will, I wean, ...
WHEN forc'd to leave my lovely Sue,What sorrow tore my heart;How did I ever bid adieu?How could I ever part?Still ...
WHEN friendship's voice so strongly pleadsTo raise the dormant muse,Howe'er my humble lay succeeds,Can I the task refuse?Too partial friends--why ...
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