The Scotch Ballad (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
Ah, EVAN, by thy winding stream How once I lov'd to stray,And view the morning's redd'ning beam, Or charm of closing day!To ...
Ah, EVAN, by thy winding stream How once I lov'd to stray,And view the morning's redd'ning beam, Or charm of closing day!To ...
ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE, ANDWHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OFAN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIRORIGINAL BEAUTY. SWEET spoils ...
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 ...
Minister of the United States at Paris, WHO DIED AT NAROWITCH IN POLAND, ON HIS RETURNFROM WILNA, DEC. 26, 1812. WHERE ...
HERE rests the image of a friend,-- Thine, cherish'd BIBI , thine!Oft to this spot our steps we'll bend, And call it ...
I.CALM all the tumults that invadeOur souls, and lend Thy pow'rful aid.O Source of Mercy! soothe our pains,And break, O ...
I.No riches from his scanty storeMy lover could impart;He gave a meant his love.III.But now for me, in search of ...
While thee I seek, protecting Power!Be my vain wishes still'd;And may this consecrated hourWith better hopes be fill'd.Thy love the ...
ADDRESSED BY M. D----, A YOUNG MAN OF TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OF AGE, THE NIGHT BEFORE HISEXECUTION, TO A YOUNG LADY ...
O, ever skilled to wear the form we love!To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart; Come, gentle Hope! with ...
WHO SENT ME FLOWERS, WHEN CONFINED BYILLNESS.WHILE sickness still my step detainsFrom scenes where vernal pleasure reigns,Where Spring has bath'd ...
Sweet Peace! ah, lead me from the thorny dale,Where desolate my wand'ring steps have fled;Far from the sunny paths which ...
While soon the "garden's flaunting flowers" decay,And, scatter'd on the earth, neglected lie, The "Mountain Daisy," cherish'd by the rayA poet ...
NYMPH of the desert! on this lonely shore,Simplicity, thy blessings still are mine,And all thou canst not give I pleas'd ...
PATHWAY of light! o'er thy empurpled zone,With lavish charms, perennial summer strays;Soft 'midst thy spicy groves the zephyr plays, While far ...
The glitt'ring colours of the day are fled;Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night, Come! and o'er earth thy wand'ring lustre ...
AH , Love! ere yet I knew thy fatal power,Bright glow'd the colour of my youthful days,As on the sultry ...
PALE disappointment! at thy freezing nameChill fears in every shiv'ring vein I prove;My sinking pulse almost forgets to move, And life ...
OF THE BARONESSD' H------, TO HER TWO DAUGHTERS.BRIGHT nymphs, of NEWA'S banks the pride, Receive, before we part,For you, and your ...
SOOTH'D by the murmurs on the sea-beat shore,His dun-grey plumage floating to the gale,The Curlew blends his melancholy wail With those ...
THE Strawberry blooms upon its lowly bed,Plant of my native soil!--the Lime may flingMore potent fragrance on the zephyr's wing, The ...
BIRD of the Tropic! thou, who lov'st to strayWhere thy long pinions sweep the sultry Line,Or mark'st the bounds which ...
Meek Twilight! soften the declining day,And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves; When o'er the mountain slow descends the rayThat ...
SUBLIME Calbassia! luxuriant tree,How soft the gloom thy bright-hued foliage throws!While from thy pulp a healing balsam flows, Whose power the ...
Author of "The Oriental Memoirs," WHO ASKED FOR SOME LINES OF MY HAND-WRITINGON LEAVING FRANCE, AFTER HISCAPTIVITY AT VERDUN. WHEN sever'd ...
Expression, child of soul! I fondly traceThy strong enchantments, when the poet's lyre,The painter's pencil catch thy sacred fire,And beauty ...
Siddons! the Muse, for many a joy refin'd,Feelings which ever seem too swiftly fled—For those delicious tears she loves to ...
Oh, thou whose melody the heart obeys,Thou who can'st all its subject passions move,Whose notes to heav'n the list'ning soul ...
A NEW-BORN INFANT, 1821.She lives--that first pulsation of the heartIs life!--receive, dear babe, thy destin'd part;Yet frail thy being as ...
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