Sir Raymond of the Castle (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
[The following little Poems are written after the Model of the Old English Ballads, and are inscribed to those who ...
[The following little Poems are written after the Model of the Old English Ballads, and are inscribed to those who ...
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,Though his age was full fourscore; And he us'd to go Thro' hail and snow, To a ...
THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;When the keen blast descending from the ...
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
It was in the days of a gay British King (In the old fashion'd custom of merry-making) The Palace of ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
On the low margin of a murm'ring stream, As rapt in meditation's arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers ...
Yes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise, Where threat'ning clouds in sable grandeur lour; Where the blast yells, the ...
Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar! And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! On the rent rock the ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
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