To Harriet H—-y (Charlotte Eliza Dixon Poems)
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
AND are there, then, no tears in yonder heaven?No dewy eye in all the brilliant regions?Does none grow dim, when ...
ON HEARING ITS AUTHENTICITY DOUBTED BYA MINISTER. To doubt thy inspiration, glorious Song!Let such dark doubts to Infidels belong,Who feign ...
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