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 ...
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 ...
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
COME, sportive Fancy ! Come with me, and traceThe POET'S Attic home ! The lofty seatOf th' Heaven-tutor'd Nine ! ...
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 ...
1.IS it in mansions rich and gay,On downy beds, or couches warm,That NATURE owns the WINT'RY DAY ,Or shrinks to ...
1.OH ! What is he, whose haggard eyeScarce dares to meet the morning's ray;Who trembling would, but cannot, flyFrom MAN ...
WHO has not wak'd to list the busy soundsOf SUMMER MORNING , in the sultry smokeOf noisy LONDON ?----On the ...
WHY tremble so, broad Aspin Tree ?Why shake thy leaves, ne'er ceasing ?--At rest thou never seem'st to be !For, ...
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 ...
IN vain for me thy gifts display'dMeet the red eye of smiling morning:I still will court the lovely shade,Alike thy ...
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 ...
WHAT is a kiss ?--'Tis but a sealThat, lightly printed, soon decays:'Tis but a zephyr taught to stealWhere fleeting falsehood ...
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 ...
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 ...
SWEET baby boy ! thy soft cheek glowsAn emblem of tile living rose:Thy breath a zephyr seems to rise;And placid ...
SWEET is the hour when Contemplation straysO'er breezy woodland, or low-winding dell,List'ning the wild wave's slow-returning swell,Which o'er the rock ...
Bring me the flowing cup, dear boy !And bring it full; for IMust taste the grateful liquid joy,And bid dull ...
YOU say, my love, the drifted snowAround our ivy roof is flying:Why, what care I ? our bosoms glow;And LOVE ...
HAIL, sav'ry compound, luscious to the taste,The school-boy's heart delighting ! sweet rewardOf many a tedious hour of penance sadAnd ...
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 ...
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