The Prodigal Son (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
BENEATH a father's roof two brethren dwelt,And each domestic comfort truly felt;What farther pleasure could their souls require?The happy sons ...
BENEATH a father's roof two brethren dwelt,And each domestic comfort truly felt;What farther pleasure could their souls require?The happy sons ...
HAIL! Melancholy! sable queen,With aspect awfully serene;Of silent Solitude the birth,Foe to giddy senseless Mirth;With raven plumes thy brows are ...
O SUMMER! hither bend thy cheerful way,Our clime shall gladly hail thy sway;O! come in all thy flowery pride,With rural ...
WHAT universal sadness glooms around!Oh! is he gone whose worth the heart reveres!That solemn bell's now doubly awful sound,Alas! too ...
YOUTHFUL Queen of sportive pleasures,Wake thy lute to airy measures;Tripping o'er the gayest green,Deck'd with roses, thou art seen,And every ...
O THOU! who dwell'st in heav'n alone,Whose beams surround th' Omniscient's throne,'Tis by his just decrees denied,That thou with mortals ...
NYMPH of the joy-diffusing smile,The soft, endearing mien;Whose looks the heaviest grief beguile,And chear the gloomiest scene;May ev'ry Muse her ...
COME, thou, who art by all pursu'd;Art thou with magic pow'rs endu'd,To charm each woe, each bliss impart,Fill with delight ...
A TRUCE with life's tumultuous cares,Fled from the world's entangling snares,Let rural joys the mind unbend:Where sportive Health delighted roves,Mid ...
DAUGHTER of Innocence! descend,Thou stranger to repining Care;Whose breast no furious passions rend,Let human hearts thy influence share:Why wilt thou ...
TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR DECEASED FRIEND,MRS. SUCKLING,WIFE of ROBERT SUCKLING, Esq. of WOODTON HALL, Norfolk. ARE these sad ...
BRITANNIA's sons, once more rejoice,Let jocund mirth your cares dispel;Be it proclaim'd with cheerful voice,Each tongue the glad'ning tidings tell.Your ...
IF, when the Spirit quits her clay-built cell,With incorporeal essences to dwell,Attachments form'd on earth their force retain,And with increasing ...
O thou, each Muse's dearest friend,Pensive Solitude, attend;With musing thought and steadfast eye,All is peace when thou art nigh;Parent of ...
FAR from contention, envy, strife,Be mine the tranquil path of life,To lift the cottage simple latch,Where woodbines climb the lowly ...
O thou keen Pow'r, whose radiant eyeCan thousand shadowy forms descry,That cheat corporeal sight;Thou who canst soar above yon spheres,Past ...
DEAR suffering Friend, what anguish rends thy heart!Could Pity's voice but soothe thy pungent grief!Pierced with Affliction's keenest-pointed dart,What words ...
PROSPERITY, with glitt'ring charms,Invites her vot'ries to her arms,In Pleasure's silken robes array'd;Of Folly's cup she bids them drink,Oft lures ...
O! friend of Solitude, appear,O! nymph to Contemplation dear,Who oft invokes thy aid;Amid the busy cares of day,No moment owns ...
ALAS! what mean those sudden plaints of woe,That strike my startled ear with accents wild?Relentless Death has aim'd th' unerring ...
THOU, whose mild radiance all adore,O let not human-kind deploreThe loss of thy propitious smile:Why, Goddess, in such wild affright,Wilt ...
RELIGION! fairest child of Heav'n,Why art thou drawn with brow austere?Sweet cherub guide to mortals giv'n,Why clad in frowns severe?Thy ...
AND hath thy soul forsook her suffering clay?Doth the chill tomb enwrap thy grief-worn frame?Closed are those eyes which beam'd ...
AWAKE! my muse, expand thy gentle wing,And in thy flight the Morn's bright beauties scan;Nor e'er forget in grateful lay ...
THO' yet the clouds portentous low'r,The winds have hush'd their concert rude;Well suits the calm, the silent show'r,With Meditation's pensive ...
HAIL! social bird, with ruddy breast,Thus early thou forsak'st thy rest;When first the morning twilight peeps,Thy little eye no longer ...
FRIENDSHIP's the greater bliss we mortals share,It heightens pleasure, softens ev'ry care;Expands the heart, each thought severe disarms,And in the ...
WHAT means, alas! that sudden burst of tears?Oh Death! no common victim dost thou crave;No vulgar spirit mounts th' ethereal ...
BLIND goddess, whose capricious swayThe thoughtless race of man obey,Whose transient smiles they court;How hapless must thy vot'ries be,Who, lur'd ...
SLOW to the silent mansions of the dead,Yon train in sad funereal pomp draws near;That solemn knell proclaims a spirit ...
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