The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
"WATCH no more the twinkling stars;Watch no more the chalky bourne;Lady ! from the Holy wars,Never will thy Love return ...
IN vain to me the howling deepStern Winter's awful reign discloses:In vain shall Summer zephyrs sleepOn fragrant beds of budding ...
ON THEMORNING OF HER BIRTH-DAY.LAST night, as musing on a layTo greet thee on thy natal day,Sleep o'er my eyes ...
1.OH ! What is he, whose haggard eyeScarce dares to meet the morning's ray;Who trembling would, but cannot, flyFrom MAN ...
WHAT wounds more deep than arrows keen,Piercing the heart subdu'd ?What renders life a dreary scene ?--Thy sting, INGRATITUDE !For ...
IN vain for me thy gifts display'dMeet the red eye of smiling morning:I still will court the lovely shade,Alike thy ...
OH come, my pretty love ! and weWill climb the dewy hill together;An acorn shall our goblet be,A rose our ...
WHAT is a kiss ?--'Tis but a sealThat, lightly printed, soon decays:'Tis but a zephyr taught to stealWhere fleeting falsehood ...
1.The day is past; the sultry westThe golden curtain closes:My mossy couch is gaily drestWith leaves of summer roses,For thee:The ...
SOFTLY did the curling billowWanton o'er the pebbly bay,While the sun's last beam departingMark'd the hour of sinking day:O'er the ...
IS it the purple grape that throwsA lustre on the sparkling eye ?Is it the nectar draught that flowsUpon the ...
YOU say, my love, the drifted snowAround our ivy roof is flying:Why, what care I ? our bosoms glow;And LOVE ...
ON THEAUTHOR'S INTENTION TO QUIT ENGLANDFOR SEVERAL YEARS.COULD transient pleasures tempt my heartTo leave the friend my soul adores,Oh, Memory, ...
LESBIA upon her bosom woreThe semblance of her lover;And oft with kisses she would coverThe senseless idol, and adoreThe dear ...
A LOVER, when he first essaysA lady's heart to gain,A thousand tender fears betrays,And talks of jealous pain.All day he ...
O LIBERTY ! transcendant and sublime,Born on the mountain's solitary crest,NATURE thy nurse, thy SIRE exulting TIME ,TRUTH the pure ...
WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS.OH ! had the little hand that trac'd these flow'rsThe envied might of guardian saints above,How would ...
SAY not the moments swiftly move,When blest with those we fondly love;Alas ! each moment seems to meAn age of ...
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