Paraphrases From David’s Psalms (Emma Lyon Poems)
Paraphrased From David's Psalms. Psalm XIX.THE arched heavens ere since the birth of timeInstruct the earth, in characters sublime, ...
Emma Lyon Poems on Fairness (18 Poems)
Lines To D. F*****, Esq. Barrister (Emma Lyon Poems)
IS there on earth a charm more firmly binds,Than gentle gratitude congenial minds?That Goddess now, at whose soft shrine I ...
Stanzas To The Moon (Emma Lyon Poems)
TO thee, bright Orb, my humid eyes I raise; To thee I sigh, reflecting as I gaze,How dark earth's ...
An Ode To Fortune: On My Birth Day (Emma Lyon Poems)
AH ! Fortune, turn thy mazy wheel,If aught of good the fates conceal, To cheer my natal day;To scatter ...
Lines To The Muse (Emma Lyon Poems)
ONCE more, O Muse, (though long my lyre unstrung,)Arise, and break the silence of my tongue:Come, join with fancy in ...
The Maniac, A Song (Emma Lyon Poems)
BEHOLD yonder Maniac! how swiftly she flies, O'er hills, and o'er mountains, still deep'ning her sighs,She laughs at the ...
The Maniac A Song (Emma Lyon Poems)
BEHOLD yonder Maniac! how swiftly she flies, O'er hills, and o'er mountains, still deep'ning her sighs,She laughs at the ...
Ode To Autumn (Emma Lyon Poems)
FAREWEL , sweet shelter of the vernal grove, For lo! sad Autumn, desolating pow'r!Along the vales thy faded beauties ...
The Flights Of Fancy (Emma Lyon Poems)
HAIL , Fancy, hail! ungovernable pow'r, And tell my bosom how thy mimic art,Out-trav'lling time, can in one fleeting ...
An Ode To Ingratitude (Emma Lyon Poems)
THE sigh that struggles in my breast,The tear that fain would give it rest, Can no relief impart;Since first ...
Ode To Sleep (Emma Lyon Poems)
SWEET Sleep! that unsolicited to all, In night's dark robe descending from the sky,Soft as the dews upon the ...
Dedication To Her Royal Highness The Princess Charlotte Of Wales (Emma Lyon Poems)
WHILE thought unbending wings thy playful hour, Say, lovely Princess! dares my Muse advance?Or hope, mild beaming in thy ...
Ode on the Fear of Criticism (Emma Lyon Poems)
OH ! where amid this dreary scene Of enmity and strife,Unvex'd with many a thorn between, Can spring ...
An Ode On Sickness. To My Sister. (Emma Lyon Poems)
HOW long, pale Sickness! shall Rosina dwell, Slow languishing, thy captive, sport, and prey?Why make so sweet a breast ...
On The Death Of Her Royal Highness The Princess Amelia (Emma Lyon Poems)
MY pensive Muse would o'er thy royal bier, Fair Princess! breathe affliction's pitying sigh;Would deck thy hearse with many ...
On Friendship. To Mrs. F***** (Emma Lyon Poems)
OH let my Muse the lyre inflame At Friendship's ever-sacred name;A fair imperishable flower, Though dew'd with many ...
Catharine. A Song (Emma Lyon Poems)
FAIR CATHARINE oft would pensive sigh, And view with tears th' unpitying sky,For still reflection seem'd to say, ...
The Soldier’s Farewel. A Song. (Emma Lyon Poems)
OH ! give, sweet love, before we part,One kiss to ease a Soldier's heart;Breathe with thy soft adieu, a sighTo ...