To the Wild Heath-flow’r (Eliza Acton Poems)
There be sweet wreaths upon the brow of spring,Thornless, as those which bloom in Paradise,And fresh as Love's first feelings,—bright, ...
There be sweet wreaths upon the brow of spring,Thornless, as those which bloom in Paradise,And fresh as Love's first feelings,—bright, ...
To win, beloved Caroline from thee,One thought, in years when we shall sever'd be——Sever'd, perchance, by those deep waves, which ...
I tremble at thy peril past!It shakes me, like some fearful dream,In horror's mould of madness cast,To chill the warm ...
We journey'd on !—the twilight starShone, in its tranquil beauty, o'er us;While, with its thousand lights, afarThe glitt'ring city lay ...
She lov'd to hold communion with the nightWhen none were near, and to the golden starsPour forth the silent breathings ...
I love thee, as I love the calm Of sweet, star-lighted hours!I love thee, as I love the balm Of ...
The hour when Fancy, and Remembrance, weaveTheir fairest tissue of enchanted dreams. Twilight! still season of deep communings,And holiest hopes, ...
To those who have few ties to bind the soulTo earth, it must be sweet to steal awayGently, from life ...
She knelt in pray'r before th' eternal throneOf the Most High,—her streaming eyes uprais'd,—Her white hands clasp'd convulsively,—her cheek,With the ...
Oh! I am weary of a world, where vice,Like the destroying canker-worm, doth windInto the bosom's core of those who ...
Come turn with me, and gaze on that fair moon !—"Her beams must fade, and we be parted soon !"How ...
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