The Pictures Of Memory (Isabella Lickbarrow Poems)
LIKE fairy groupes beneath the forest shade,With moonlight faintly scatter'd o'er the scene,In long perspective stretching to the view,The shadowy ...
LIKE fairy groupes beneath the forest shade,With moonlight faintly scatter'd o'er the scene,In long perspective stretching to the view,The shadowy ...
ON Kilda's rock a man of pensive mien,Sat thoughtful, gazing on the restless deep,And as he mark'd with what a ...
Favour'd of heav'n, awhile my speech attend:On brighter visions now unclose thine eyes,Again shall Europe's realms before thee rise.Of this ...
OH Solitude! thou visionary power,If e'er thou hadst a "local habitation,"This is the place, and here must be thy throne:The ...
Round Sizergh's antique, massy walls,Full frequent swept the whistling blast;It sigh'd along the spacious halls,And through the tap'stried chambers past.The ...
HAIL lovely light of this material world!Bright orb of day! from thy pavilion darkOf wintry clouds now breaking forth again;Once ...
MY native vale! with heighten'd pleasure stillI trace thy simple scenes, my partial eyeSurveys new beauties each returning spring,Each summer ...
SWEET Child of Sensibility!Haste thee from mirth and noise and folly,And o'er sad scenes of melancholy,Come, and muse, and mourn ...
KIND shepherd! if thy hoary locks,Bespeaking venerable age,May trust and confidence inspire,Oh! wilt thou, with thy counsel sage,Assist a sad ...
WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF A FRIEND.ALCANOR bids me hail the welcome morn,Seven times return'd, since, when in youthful pride,While ...
WHERE Holyhead's small isle, by Mona's side,Rears its rude mountains, 'midst the foaming tide,South-Stack's bleak rock emerges from the deep,Round ...
FAME, and honour, wealth, and friendship,All are objects of desire,Frequent sought with ceaseless trouble,All can ardent hopes inspire.Fame is but ...
OH you who hither oft with pilgrim feet,Have o'er the pathless common trac'd your way;This scene of savage grandeur to ...
OH Sensibility, thou dangerous gift,Which, like Pandora's fabled box, containsCompounded good and ill, the fountain headAnd source whence flow the ...
IN life's gay morn, while undepress'd by grief,The heart quick vibrates to the sense of joy;And mounting vig'rous, yet uncheck'd ...
COME ye deep shades of night, that from the viewOf an unpitying world the wretched shroud,That give the harass'd limbs ...
OH! can there be on earth a lovelier sight,One that endears us more to human kind,Than a young groupe of ...
COME blest Urania! thou alone canst soarWith dauntless wing through regions unexplor'dBy mortal eye, and thou alone canst paintThe wonders ...
NIGH to where Grayrigg's ancient hallYet stands, as country legends tell,And hoary-headed swains have heard,The fairy people lov'd to dwell:There ...
ALAS my friend, how quickly pleasure flies!Life's brightest hours the swiftest fade away:Hope's distant prospects glad our longing eyes;We reach ...
He will not sleep: by Moscow's lurid glareOf fiery columns darting to the skies-By her sad widows' wail and orphans ...
YON sun, who runs his annual courseAbout earth's varied bound,While slow revolving seasons roll,Their never-ceasing round-Yon rising sun, whose early ...
ONCE more the swift wheels of old Time's rapid chariotHave hastily roll'd months and seasons away;Once more we take leave ...
A PHILOSOPHIC maid, with tranquil mind,Life's gayer scenes and youth's fond hopes resign'd,Left Piercefield's lov'd retreats, from childhood dear,And came ...
THOU spirit, lodg'd in tender breathing airsOf plaintive melancholy, soft and wild!Source of delight to every feeling heart,Long hast thou ...
HOPE, blest, and dearest gift of heaven,Thy smile can all our griefs assuage;To man by kind indulgence given,To cheer his ...
BUT few the Delian god inspiresWith genuine true poetic fires;But few who bear the poet's name,Shall share the lasting wreath ...
BELOV'D companion of my early years!My friend in solitude, my secret joy!Dear were the soothing whispers of thy voice,Dear were ...
COME thou sweet Muse my lay inspire,That wak'st to pensive strains the lyre,Come thy mournful numbers pour;Oh be thy notes ...
IN this lone unfrequented spot-Amongst these dwellings of the dead,Does spring her beauteous charms display,And here her fragrant odours shed.She ...
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