Contest Between Beauty And Wealth, (Mary Abel Clinckett Poems)
For the Sovereignty of the Island of Barbados.WHERE high Olympus lifts his head in clouds,And his majestic form in darkness ...
For the Sovereignty of the Island of Barbados.WHERE high Olympus lifts his head in clouds,And his majestic form in darkness ...
Suggested by a Dream.TRANSPORT me, Fancy, to those milder skies,Where "the whole year in gay confusion lies,"Where rich cascades in ...
THOU loveliest far of all the Heavenly Train!Thou bright attendant on Night's solemn reign!In whom created Beauty's charms combine,With excellence ...
THE theme my verse unfolds, ye Bridgetown Fair,Is one which late has claimed your constant care,Tis one so dear to ...
On the second Anniversary of our arrival inBarbados.1.TWO years have fled on downy wings away,Since we together hail'd this western ...
OH ! I thou! whose Genius as thy Virtue shines,Around whose brows the wreath of Fame entwines;Benign Preceptress of thy ...
In the garden at Clevedale, whose waters havebeen immortalized from a Young Lady's fallinginto them.In imitation of Petrarch's Ode to ...
1.WHATE'ER Arcadian scenes in fancy's dreams,Delight the eye and rise before the view,Stupendous rocks, wild woods, meand'ring streams,And lakes adorn'd ...
1.THOU sainted Spirit! from the realms of lightLook down propitious on thy child below,Direct my thoughts, and guide my steps ...
1.WIDE o'er th' Atlantic wave the veil of night,Had spread its ample shade on Ocean's breast;The tropic moon, with full-orb'd ...
THE wide Creation now is hush'd in sleep,And undisturb'd repose pervades the deep;While yon bright Moon pursues her starry way,And ...
1.WHEN soften'd sadness steals upon the mind,And Memory's hand has touched each finer chord,What joy so pure, what rapture so ...
1.YE fabled Sisters of th' Aonian Mount,Who strike the harp, and touch the golden lyre,Be present here as at Castalia's ...
HOW general, Anger, is thy wild controul!How dost thou reign in every human soul!Yes, wayward nymph, at thy supreme command,Man ...
That I was in the company of Pope, in hishouse at Twickenham.1.SPIRITS of Air! that float on silvery wings,Throughout the ...
Being diffused among the Inhabitants of Africa.1.As the mild lustre of the rising day,Thro' morn's grey twilight sheds a living ...
NOW silent Evening gently smiles around,And cooling dews refresh the thirsty ground,Departing Sol adorns the west afar,With gentle lustre shines ...
Who died June 25, 1816.1.O'ER the sad spot where worth departed rests,Angels of Mercy wave their guardian wings,A solemn stillness ...
1.WHY do we rest our anxious hopes below,And fancy bliss beyond misfortune's reach,While every "light affliction," every woeDoes some new ...
1.WITHIN this lonely beauteous spot retir'd,Far from the world and fashion's giddy throng,My youthful muse, by Nature's charms inspir'd,Has learn'd ...
On my leaving Clevedale for Barbados.WHEN Memory's sweet and mildly cheering lightGilds the long retrospect of distant years,Hope's lucid Star, ...
On my quitting Clevedale to return to Barbados.1.AND must the Muse collect her feeble powers,And strike the lyre in Friendship's ...
1.OH ! sweet is the Harp of the Mountain,Whose music is borne on the gale;And sweet is the murmuring fountain,Whose ...
1.WHAT glorious scenes of bliss untoldHas God reveal'd to sinful dust,What sweet rewards does Christ unfoldTo all the righteous and ...
1.HAIL , brilliant Fancy, wildly-pleasing power,Whose forms still vary with the changing hour;To worlds unseen thou wingst thy rapid flight,Through ...
1.OH ! come from classic scenes, and sylvan glades,Ye sportive nymphs who tune Parnassian lyres,Attend my lays, ye bright celestial ...
1.COME , Night, majestic Queen, and with thee bring,The beaming forms of Fancy's wildest wing;With these I'll wander thro' the ...
Whose brilliancy of talent, strength of mind,and undeviating regard to Truth at the ageof eight years, merit admiration and applause.1.IF ...
1.YE Sons of the Lyre! gay Anacreon's train,Now descended with him to the regions below,While in bowers Elysian ye wake ...
1.HOW soft the breeze of night is stealingAlong the smooth wave's glassy breast,It seems unto the Soul of feeling,To breathe ...
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