Lines On The Death Of The Princess Charlotte (John Anster Poems)
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
John Anster Poems (29 Poems)
Zamri. A fragment (John Anster Poems)
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
Solitude (John Anster Poems)
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
Ode To Fancy (John Anster Poems)
Oh Fancy, hither bend thy flight,Hither steer thy car of light,Tho' its rainbow colours fleeEre they have shone a moment ...
Elegy (John Anster Poems)
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
Matilda (John Anster Poems)
Scene.--A Terrace overlooking the Garden of a Convent--Matilda and Bertha in conversation.Matilda.Oh! think not that I mourn the lonely doomThat ...
The Triumph Of Music (John Anster Poems)
Lonely was the blossomingOf the sad unwelcomed Spring;And Man, the slave of passions blind and brute,A wanderer in a world ...
Mirth And Grief. An Allegory (John Anster Poems)
In vain--ah me!--in vain, with murmured charmOf love--inwoven sounds, would I recallThe long--forgotten art--in vain imploreAt noon the colouring of ...
The Poet’s Haunt (John Anster Poems)
'Tis beautiful indeed--thro' parted boughsTo see the moving clouds darken the sky,To mark their many--shifting forms, and tints,As slow they ...
Hymn (John Anster Poems)
'Tis an hour to think and feel!--With prostrate heart and folded handAnd eyes uplifted, brethren kneel!Bless, oh God, our native ...
A Dream Remembered In A Dream (John Anster Poems)
Mine was a dream of strange delight,And did not vanish with the night.Methought a Voice was leading meThro' dusk walks ...
“Oh! If, As Arabs Fancy.” (John Anster Poems)
Oh! if, as Arabs fancy, the traces on thy browWere symbols of thy future fate, and I could read them ...
Dirge (John Anster Poems)
CHORUS.Like the oak of the vale was thy strength and thy height,Thy foot, like the erne of the mountain in ...
“Mark Ye Well The Blood–Red Rose.” (John Anster Poems)
Mark ye well the blood--red Rose,Matin hour, her hood unclose,Ye shall in her blushing faceThe weeping dews of midnight trace.Such ...
Gipsey Song (John Anster Poems)
In foggy drizzle, in deep snow white,In the wild wood wide, in a winter night,I heard the hooting of the ...
The Fairy Child (John Anster Poems)
The summer sun was sinkingWith a mild light, calm and mellow:It shone on my little boy's bonnie cheeks,And his loose ...
The Five Oaks Of Dallwitz (John Anster Poems)
'Tis evening: in the silent west,The rosy hues of day--light fade,And here I lay me down to rest,Beneath your venerable ...
The Everlasting Rose (John Anster Poems)
Hail to thy hues! thou lovely flower,Still shed around thy soft perfume,Still smile amid the wint'ry hour,And boast even now ...
“No Lute’s Enchanting Minstrelsy” (John Anster Poems)
No lute's enchanting minstrelsy!No magic chords awake for me!For my music I demandFinger raised of moving hand;Bowing head, and lips ...
The Harp. Addressed To Clara (John Anster Poems)
Clara, hast thou not often seen, and smiled,A rosy child,Deeming that none were near,Touch, with a trembling hand,Some fine--toned instrument,Then ...
Memory (John Anster Poems)
On you I think, while lingering far awayFrom all I love, till streams the eye with tears,--The fields are full ...
Sonnet. “If I might chuse, where my tired limbs shall lie” (John Anster Poems)
If I might chuse, where my tired limbs shall lieWhen my task here is done, the Oak's green crestShall rise ...
“If I Might Choose,” (John Anster Poems)
If I might choose, where my tired limbs shall lieWhen my task here is done, the Oak's green crestShall rise ...
Sonnet. “Oh, deem not, though her spirit hath defied” (John Anster Poems)
Oh, deem not, though her spirit hath defiedScandal, and Scorn, the taunts of lying lips,That Pride hath clouded it with ...
Time (John Anster Poems)
Seen through pure crystal the imprisoned sand,Without a murmur, counts its flowing hour;--The dial's shifting bar of shade;--the handOf the ...
Alfred (John Anster Poems)
Alfred,--oh read his tale by Milton told!--In seasons, when the change of day and nightDoth, in our heaven, ill separate ...
Sonnet. “Well! with what art we labour to deceive” (John Anster Poems)
Well! with what art we labour to deceiveOur hearts, and nurse vain phantasies of Hope,And swelling thoughts, that have no ...
Sonnet. “And must I perish thus?–a nameless tomb” (John Anster Poems)
And must I perish thus?--a nameless tombWhere few shall weep:--some days of writhing pain,Ere yet I sink:--some hopes that still ...
To– Fragment (John Anster Poems)
And thou hast many a medicine for grief!--The silent volume on my table placed,And in some favourite page the myrtle--leaf,Or ...