The Lay Of Marie – Canto First (Matilda Betham Poems)
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
"Careless alike who went or came, I seldom ask'd the stranger's name, When such a being came in view As eagerly the question ...
WHEN Britain many chiefs obey'd,And seven Saxon princes sway'd,The Mercian monarch, fam'd afar,In peace respected, fear'd in war,Favour'd by heav'n ...
BEFORE the fair Aurora spreadHer azure mantle o'er the skies,While sleep its pleasing influence shed,On grateful mortals weary eyes.Emerg'd from ...
_Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversationsimilar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story_. --------Believing love was ...
YE blooming youth, possest of every grace,Which can delight the eye, or please the ear,Who boast a polish'd mind and ...
WHO DIED JAN. 21, 1800. Sweet is the voice of Friendship to the ear, Sweet is Affection's mildly-beaming eye, Sweet the applause which ...
BREATHING the violet-scented gale,Near to a river's limpid source,Which, through a wide-extended vale,Wound slowly on its sleeping course,Attended by a ...
Forlornly I wander, forlornly I sigh, And droop my head sadly, I cannot tell why: When the first breeze of morning blows ...
THE beauteous queen of social love,Descending from the realms above,Through the wide space of ether flew,With care this little world ...
_On the Death of Master Frederic Thomson_.1810. --------In the first dawn of youth I much admireThe lively boy of ruddy countenance,Strong-built, ...
AT an open window sitting,On this day of mirth and glee,'Cross a flow'ry vista flitting,Many passing forms I see.Ah! lovely ...
"And beats my heart again with joy! And dances now my spirit light! The skiff that holds my darling boy This moment burst ...
They, ere he left them, had attain'd their primeAnd were less alter'd by the hand of Time;But, the slim youth ...
Lucy, I think not of thy beauty, I praise not each peculiar grace; To see thee in the path of duty, And with ...
NOW THE RIGHT HON. LADY ST. JOHN.Aberystwith, July 5th, 17-- Louisa, while thy pliant fingers trace The solemn beauties of the prospect ...
THE LOVER'S APOLOGY.I look'd into her eyes, And saw something divine,For there, like summer lightning, Swift coruscations shine.Still flashing, and still changing, Attemper'd ...
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