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 ...
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise ...
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 ...
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 ...
"Come, mournful lute! dear echo of my woe! No stranger's tread in this lone spot I fear, Sweeter thy notes in such ...
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, ...
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 ...
THE beauteous queen of social love,Descending from the realms above,Through the wide space of ether flew,With care this little world ...
_On reading in Savary's Travels the death of Ali Bey, who, it isthere represented, in the midst of enlightened and ...
_On the Death of Herbert Southey: addressed to his Father_. --------Knowing the nature of thy grief,Too deep, too recent for relief,Oh! ...
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 ...
"And beats my heart again with joy! And dances now my spirit light! The skiff that holds my darling boy This moment burst ...
AWAKE, O Gratitude! nor let the tearsOf selfish Sorrow smother up thy voice,When it should speak of a departed friend.A ...
Long is thy passage o'er the main, And native air alone can save! No friend thy weakness will sustain, But India is, for ...
LOUD beats the rain! The hollow groanOf rushing winds I hear,That with a deep and sullen moan,Pass slowly by the ...
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. VOIGHT. What do I love? A polish'd mind, A temper cheerful, meek, and kind; A graceful air, unsway'd ...
WRITTEN EARLIER. Adieu to old England! adieu to my friends! Though fortune and fame I pursue, On thus looking around me, I cannot ...
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 ...
LINES_Sent to a Brother on his leaving England_.May 2, 1816. --------FANCIFUL BOUQUET. --------_Hopes_ all glowing, _Wishes_ rare, _Blessings_ mixed with many a _Prayer_,Flowers ...
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