Edwin and Eltrada, a Legendary Tale (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
I. While envious crowds the summit view, Where Danger with Ambition strays; Or far, with anxious step, pursue Pale Av'rice, thro' his winding ways; The ...
I. Rise, winds of night! relentless tempests, rise! Rush from the troubled clouds, and o'er me roll! In this chill pause a deeper ...
The troops of ALMAGRO and ALPHONSO meet on the plain of CUZCO —. MANCO -CAPAC attacks them by nights—His army ...
The hollow winds of night no moreIn wild, unequal cadence pour,On musing fancy's wakeful ear,The groan of agony severeFrom yon ...
ALMAGRO'S expedition to Chili—His troops suffer great hardships from cold, in crossing the Andes—They reach Chili—The Chilians make a brave ...
FAIR OTAHEITE , fondly blest By him who long was doom'd to brave The fury of the Polar wave, That fiercely mounts the ...
I. Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield— MACBETH , the victor of the field, Exulting, past the blasted wild; And where his dark o'erhanging towers Frown ...
ADDRESSEDTO MY NEPHEWATHANASE C. L. COQUEREL,ON HIS WEDDING DAY, 1819.CHILD of my heart! while others hailThis festive morn, when joys ...
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TOME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791. WHILE in long exile far from you ...
ADDRESSED TOTHOMAS CLARKSON, ESQ.IN 1814,WHEN MANY ENGLISH ARRIVED AT PARIS, BUTREMAINED A VERY SHORT TIME.LOV'D ENGLAND ! now the narrow ...
I. Pale moon! thy mild benignant lightMay glad some other captive's sight;Bright'ning the gloomy objects nigh,Thy beams a lenient thought supply:But, ...
ON HER SENDING MEENGLISH CHRISTMAS PLUMB-CAKE,AT PARIS. WHAT crowding thoughts around me wake,What marvels in a Christmas-cake!Ah say, what strange enchantment ...
AN INFANT, ON HISFIRST NEW-YEAR'S DAY, 1821.I.DEAR Babe, soft object of my care,Unseen, for whom I pour my pray'r;Unknown, yet ...
WHO SENT ME FLOWERS, WHEN CONFINED BYILLNESS.WHILE sickness still my step detainsFrom scenes where vernal pleasure reigns,Where Spring has bath'd ...
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