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 ...
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
WHO has not wak'd to list the busy soundsOf SUMMER MORNING , in the sultry smokeOf noisy LONDON ?----On the ...
ALONG the smooth and glassy streamThe little boat glides slow;And, while beneath the rosy beamOf setting sun the waters glow,The ...
IN vain for me thy gifts display'dMeet the red eye of smiling morning:I still will court the lovely shade,Alike thy ...
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 ...
SWEET baby boy ! thy soft cheek glowsAn emblem of tile living rose:Thy breath a zephyr seems to rise;And placid ...
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