Rambles In Waltham Forest (Marguerite Blessington Poems)
LAND of soft showers and far-extending vales,And woodlands fanned by summer's gentlest gales,And streams, that glisten as they steal, half ...
LAND of soft showers and far-extending vales,And woodlands fanned by summer's gentlest gales,And streams, that glisten as they steal, half ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
Delightful visions of my lonely hours! Charm of my life and solace of my care! Oh! would the muse but lend proportioned ...
ARGUMENTRogero, as directed by the pair,The giantess Eriphila o'erthrows.That done, he to Alcina's labyrinth, whereMore than one knight is tied ...
ARGUMENTAriodantes has, a worthy meed,With his loved bride, the fief of Albany.Meantime Rogero, on the flying steed,Arrives in false Alcina's ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
EXERCISE.Thro' various toils th' adventurous Muse has past;But half the toil, and more than half, remains.Rude is her Theme, and ...
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 ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown,And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone;Its roof of tiles, in tiers and ...
I.'TIS the middle watch of a summer's night -The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;Nought is seen in ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
I.'TIS the middle watch of a summer's night -The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;Nought is seen in ...
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
______ Campos, ubi Troja fuit.Virg.Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring landsMidst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,And sees each ...
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
In days of old, when Arthur filled the throne,Whose acts and fame to foreign lands were blown,The king of elves, ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
WHY did she love her mother's so?It hath wrought her wondrous wo.Once she saw an armed knightIn the pale sepulchral ...
Man's sad necessity, destructive War,Sweeps to the grave the surplus of his sons,Where'er the kindly clime and soil inviteTo Love; ...
IIn a far country, and a distant age,Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,A boy was born of ...
Dramatis Personae.Werner--Misanthrope.Manuel--a cottager.Albert--his son.Rebecca--wife to Manuel.Rose--his daughter.Spirits.An aerial chorus.A fountain near the summit of a mountain, from which, through adeep ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
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