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 ...
ON THEMORNING OF HER BIRTH-DAY.LAST night, as musing on a layTo greet thee on thy natal day,Sleep o'er my eyes ...
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
LIFE-GLOWING Season !--odor-breathing SPRING ,Deck'd in cerulean splendors,--vivid, warm,Shedding soft lustre on the rosy hours,And calling forth their beauties ! ...
IN these degenerate times the Muses blendFor thee a wreath, their guardian and their friend;Thee, lib'ral MOIRA , in whose ...
WHY tremble so, broad Aspin Tree ?Why shake thy leaves, ne'er ceasing ?--At rest thou never seem'st to be !For, ...
MISER ! why countest thou thy treasure,Thy ill-got hoards of paltry gold ?--Feel'st thou a throb of secret pleasure,When Conscience ...
O LIBERTY ! transcendant and sublime,Born on the mountain's solitary crest,NATURE thy nurse, thy SIRE exulting TIME ,TRUTH the pure ...
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