Evening (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HOW lovely, Evening, is thy parting smile!The twilight softness of thy glowing skyMay well the poet's pensive dream beguile,And kindle ...
HOW lovely, Evening, is thy parting smile!The twilight softness of thy glowing skyMay well the poet's pensive dream beguile,And kindle ...
GLOOMY and still was the broad solemn deep,Whose rolling tides for twice a hundred years,Had lashed the rugged walls of ...
Part I."The wild winds bellow o'er my head,And spent eve's fading light;Where shall I find some friendly shedTo screen me ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
YES ,--whilst my sight is yet allow'd to restOn those dear features, (which it calms my breastTo look upon, and, ...
HOPE.NAY , sister, what hast thou to boastOf joy? a poor reciter thou,Whose happiest thought is but the ghostOf some ...
A FEAST was spread in the Baron's hall,And loud was the merry sound,As minstrels played at lady's call,And the cup ...
THE ministering spirits from aboveDescend with energy creative fraught,They breathe on nature with the breath of love,And lo! she wakens ...
ON thy carved sides, where many a vivid dyeIn easy progress leads the wandering eye,A distant nation's manners we behold,To ...
Beside a spreading elm, from whose high boughsLike knotted tufts the crow's light dwelling shows,Where screen'd from northern blasts, and ...
LEARNING and fancy were combinedTo stimulate his manly mind;Open, generous and acute,Steady of purpose, in pursuitArdent and hopeful; all the ...
ON A DISTANT VIEW OF HIS COUNTRY, WHICHHE IS QUITTING FOR EVER.DEAR distant land, whose mountains blueStill bound this wild ...
DEAR Phillis, all my hopes are o'erAnd I shall see thy face no more.Since every secret wish is vain,I will ...
HAIL , Memory! whose magic pow'rCan gild the present gloomy hourWith the gay colours of the past,Can smooth the wrinkled ...
REST , rest, afflicted spirit, quickly passThy hour of bitter suffering! Rest awaits thee,There, where, the load of weary life ...
WHEN my o'erlay was white as the foam o' the lin,And siller was chinkin my pouches within,When my lambkins were ...
'TWAS in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell:On the confines of ...
AS A KIND OF INTRODUCTIONTO HIS IRISH MELODIES.SWEET power of song! that canst impartTo lowland swain or mountaineerA gladness thrilling ...
How happy are we in that hour we love,When shadows grow longer and branches move; Blithe urchins then we be!From the ...
SWEET lake! while shades are closing round,I love to haunt thy tranquil shore,And mournful tread the hallow'd groundWhich Emma's form ...
SAY , little child, who gives to theeThy life and limbs, so light and free?Thy moving eyes to look around,Thy ...
SUMMER still lingers, though its glories fade,Still soft and fragrant are the gales that blow;The yellow foliage now adorns the ...
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