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 ...
Some, fearing Marie's tale was o'er, Lamented that they heard no more; While Brehan, from her broken lay, Portended what she yet might ...
"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 ...
Low, heavy clouds are hanging on the hills, And half-impatient of the sun's approach, Shake sullenly their cold and languid wings! Oh! it ...
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 ...
"Arrest thy steps! On these sad plains, Fair dame, no farther go! But listen to the martial strains, Whose wildness speaks of woe! Hark! ...
_Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversationsimilar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story_. --------Believing love was ...
ELEGY ON EDWARD BETHAM,_Lost in the Duchess of Gordon East Indiaman, off the Cape of Good Hope_. --------Lovely as are the ...
A Pilgrim weary, toil-subdued, I reach'd a country, strange and rude, And trembled, lest approaching eve My hope of shelter might deceive; When I ...
Enchantress! whose transcendant pow'rs, With ease, the massy fabric raise;-- Beneath whose sway the tempest low'rs, Or lucid stream meaend'ring plays;-- Accept the tribute ...
_On the Death of Herbert Southey: addressed to his Father_. --------Knowing the nature of thy grief,Too deep, too recent for relief,Oh! ...
_On the Death of Master Frederic Thomson_.1810. --------In the first dawn of youth I much admireThe lively boy of ruddy countenance,Strong-built, ...
My happiness was once a goodly tree, Which promis'd every day to grow more fair, And rear'd its lofty branches in the ...
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 ...
They, ere he left them, had attain'd their primeAnd were less alter'd by the hand of Time;But, the slim youth ...
LOUD beats the rain! The hollow groanOf rushing winds I hear,That with a deep and sullen moan,Pass slowly by the ...
Yes! I can suffer, sink with pain,With anguish I can ill sustain;Till not a hope has strength to spring,Till scarce ...
"Come, Edmund, now the sun goes down, Thy many wanderings tell!Say, after all thine eyes have seen, If home appears so well!""So ...
Lucy, I think not of thy beauty, I praise not each peculiar grace; To see thee in the path of duty, And with ...
FAIR village nymph, ah! may I meetThy pleasing form where'er I stray!With open air and converse sweet,Still cheer my undiscover'd ...
WHERE yonder mossy ruins lie,And desolation strikes the eye,A noble mansion, high and fair,Once rear'd its turrets in the air.There ...
NOW THE RIGHT HON. LADY ST. JOHN.Aberystwith, July 5th, 17-- Louisa, while thy pliant fingers trace The solemn beauties of the prospect ...
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