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 ...
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 ...
1.OH ! What is he, whose haggard eyeScarce dares to meet the morning's ray;Who trembling would, but cannot, flyFrom MAN ...
ALONG the smooth and glassy streamThe little boat glides slow;And, while beneath the rosy beamOf setting sun the waters glow,The ...
MISER ! why countest thou thy treasure,Thy ill-got hoards of paltry gold ?--Feel'st thou a throb of secret pleasure,When Conscience ...
OH come, my pretty love ! and weWill climb the dewy hill together;An acorn shall our goblet be,A rose our ...
1.The day is past; the sultry westThe golden curtain closes:My mossy couch is gaily drestWith leaves of summer roses,For thee:The ...
IS it the purple grape that throwsA lustre on the sparkling eye ?Is it the nectar draught that flowsUpon the ...
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