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 ...
DEEP in a solitary glen,Far from the cheerful haunts of men;By poverty opprest, and taughtThe lonely task of silent thought,A ...
IN these degenerate times the Muses blendFor thee a wreath, their guardian and their friend;Thee, lib'ral MOIRA , in whose ...
1.IS it in mansions rich and gay,On downy beds, or couches warm,That NATURE owns the WINT'RY DAY ,Or shrinks to ...
ALONG the smooth and glassy streamThe little boat glides slow;And, while beneath the rosy beamOf setting sun the waters glow,The ...
WHAT wounds more deep than arrows keen,Piercing the heart subdu'd ?What renders life a dreary scene ?--Thy sting, INGRATITUDE !For ...
OR,A DESCRIPTION OF A CAMPIN THE YEAR 1800.TENTS, marquees , and baggage-waggons;Suttling houses; beer in flaggons;Drams and trumpets; singing, firing;Girls ...
A LOVER, when he first essaysA lady's heart to gain,A thousand tender fears betrays,And talks of jealous pain.All day he ...
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