An Epistle To Sir John Blount City: London (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
WHILE, born to bring the Muse's happier days,A patriot's hand protects a poet's lays,While nurs'd by you she sees her ...
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IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR,The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware;Yet, why suppose the sex my ...
A MAN! A man! There is a man loose in Canada,A man of heroic mould, a 'throwback' of earlier ages,Vigorous, ...
Dulce est desipere in loco.Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:So might not Bacchus give You Law?Was it ...
1Illustrious Queen! The loyal Zeal excuse,The fond Ambition, of a British Muse,Who wou'd, in Merlin's Praise, attempt to soar;And in ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
Remov'd thank God! from fierce contentions;Unknown to parties or Conventions;Alike averse to rage and folly,And foe to gloomy melancholy;Amid confusion, war, ...
Aetatis suae fifty-two,A rich Divine began to wooA handsome young imperious girl,Nearly related to an Earl.Her parents and her friends ...
The March house, strangely, was built in a tree, With a fluttering roof of leaves, And strong, straight boughs for the walls ...
FAMED Paris ne'er within its walls had got,Such magick charms as were Aminta's lot,Youth, beauty, temper, fortune, she possessed,And all ...
BOCCACE alone is not my only source;T'another shop I now shall have recourse;Though, certainly, this famed Italian witHas many stories ...
It is, Sir, a confest intrusion hereThat I before your labours do appear,Which no loud Herald need, that may proclaimOr ...
WATER-FETCHING goes the nobleBrahmin's wife, so pure and lovely;He is honour'd, void of blemish.And of justice rigid, stern.Daily from the ...
"Come, mournful lute! dear echo of my woe! No stranger's tread in this lone spot I fear, Sweeter thy notes in such ...
'Enter' MRS. BULKLEY,'who curtsies very low as beginning to speak.Then enter' MISS CATLEY,'who stands full before her, and curtsies to ...
Harley, the nation's great support,Returning home one day from court,His mind with public cares possest,All Europe's business in his breast,Observed ...
"Ah, Fanuel, my noble horse, and art thou, art thou slain?Wilt thou never bear me to the chase or the ...
This motley piece to you I send,Who always were a faithful friend;Who, if disputes should happen hence,Can best explain the ...
If any Philosophers have written of these Subjects, as Imake no question, or doubt, but they have, of all thatNature ...
There's an ogre abroad, boys, There's an ogre abroad, A three-handed monster That makes his abode In hamlet and city, In country and town, And revels ...
My youthful brother, oft I long To write to you in prose or song; With no pretence to judgment strong, But warm affection, May ...
Love! in what poison is thy dart Dipp'd, when it makes a bleeding heart? None know but they who feel the smart.It ...
TO have written then, when you writ, seem'd to meWorst of spiritual vices, simony ;And not to have written then ...
She has slid down the channels Of history's annals Disguised as the child of a king, But that is a glib And iniquitous fib, For ...
HERE I sit with my paper, my pen my ink,First of this thing, and that thing,and t'other thing think ;I ...
After W. M. P.Dear Kitty,At length the term's ending;I 'm in for my Schools in a week;And the time that ...
XIBut when the angry king discovered notWhat guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,His ireful courage boiled in vengeance hotAgainst the ...
Think not this paper comes with vain pretenseTo move your pity, or to mourn th'offense.Too well I know that hard ...
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