Reginald The Brave (Laura Sophia Temple Poems)
Bright smiles the face of bucksome day,And merry bells their changes ring ;But who is he in trim so gay,Whose ...
Bright smiles the face of bucksome day,And merry bells their changes ring ;But who is he in trim so gay,Whose ...
The shades of the Night are now fading away,And Morn in her balmy effulgence is seen ;The lark pours his ...
Supposed to be written by the VICTIM of an ill-placed AFFECTION."Enchanted grounds o'er which I vacant stray'd,In bow'rs of fragrance ...
Oh thou ! whose bland intoxicating smile,Darts o'er the gloomy barrenness of LifeIts lustrous day, making the desart bloom,E'en as ...
A PERSIAN TALE.The fable of the following little tale is taken from an ingenious and justly admired AuthorYe blooming Maids ...
Ye mantling hues that paint the changeful sky,Ye opening flow'rs, of bright and varied die,Thou wak'ning breeze whose light and ...
Ah ! lost one ! hide that tempting smile, And turn away that thrilling eye ;They only languish, to beguile, They only ...
When sun-beams bid the world adieu,And ev'ning gales their flight pursue,Slow o'er the heath I wind my way,To muse upon ...
What art thou calm ? Is all thy flutt'ring o'er ?Does Joy dilate, does Grief convulse no more ?Has Passion ...
Gone are the dreams of gay delight,That hover'd o'er my youthful slumbers ; No more I view their features bright,No more ...
Ah ! let me hear again that mellow strain,That dulcet trill, whose soft and lucid sweepSteals o'er my trembling soul ...
One morn in the soft month of MayTo the forest my steps I pursu'd ;Wild blossoms hung light on the ...
A PASTORAL.Fair Nature looks jocund, her features are gay, And ripe are the Roses of Love,The children of Summer blush wild ...
Lo ! at length the Morn appearingComes with faintly-dawning light,Quick I start, the summons hearing,From the fever'd dreams of night.Oh ...
Now, while the voice of Folly sleeps,While Fancy's wings are gaily plying, And o'er the plains and shadowy steepsThe gales of ...
Ye angry Winds on sweeping wingThat whistle on the snow-clad mountain,Thou wizard pow'r whose iron wandLocks up each wild and ...
Oh magic word of wond'rous power, Dread spoiler of the present hour ! Why dost thou chase the beam of joy, Why wake ...
Yes, she is fled ! for ever fled !(Ye throbs of madness spare my brain)Nor shoot thro' this confused headThe ...
Supposed to have been written by MARY, Queen of Scots,during her confinement.Now brightly smiles the cloudless sky,And soft the gales ...
When lately I mus'd on the days that are fled,And dwelt on the friendships that now are no more,When I ...
When Music's sweet accents I hear in the breeze,For awhile its soft language my fancy may please,But soon on sad ...
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