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! ...
AH me! the yellow western sky turns pale,And leaves the cheerless sons of earth to mourn;And yet I hear not ...
ELEGY ON EDWARD BETHAM,_Lost in the Duchess of Gordon East Indiaman, off the Cape of Good Hope_. --------Lovely as are the ...
"Come, mournful lute! dear echo of my woe! No stranger's tread in this lone spot I fear, Sweeter thy notes in such ...
YE blooming youth, possest of every grace,Which can delight the eye, or please the ear,Who boast a polish'd mind and ...
YON coward, with the streaming hair,And visage, madden'd to despair,With step convuls'd, unsettled eye,And bosom lab'ring with a sigh,Is Guilt! ...
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 ...
LINES._Written for a Young Gentleman to speak at the Audit at St. Saviour'sSchool, Southwark, after the Battle of Trafalgar_. --------While others, ...
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 ...
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 ...
YE holy women, say! will ye acceptThe passing tribute of a humble friend?Stranger indeed to you and to your faith,But ...
THE ARTISAN.This twilight gloom. This lone retreat--This silence to my soul is sweet!Awhile escap'd from toil and strife,And all the ...
ON RECEIVING FROM HER A FEW FLOWERS OUT OF A BOUQUET, FROM MELCHBOURNE,1807. Hail! sweet Louisa! o'er these votive flow'rs Friendship and ...
VALENTINE_FROM A YOUNG LADY TO HER MOTHER._Hope has her emblem, so has Love, But I have vainly soughtFor one, that might ...
Why should we think the years of life Will pass serenely by, When, for a day, the Sun himself Ne'er sees a cloudless ...
SONNET. I am unskill'd in speech: my tongue is slowThe graceful courtesies of life to pay;To deck kind meanings up in ...
ALL' AMICA.And didst thou think that worldly artWould mould anew this shrinking heart?No! as a bird, by storms opprest,Is sheltered ...
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