To The Muses (Mary Abel Clinckett Poems)
1.YE fabled Sisters of th' Aonian Mount,Who strike the harp, and touch the golden lyre,Be present here as at Castalia's ...
1.YE fabled Sisters of th' Aonian Mount,Who strike the harp, and touch the golden lyre,Be present here as at Castalia's ...
FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony,This universal frame began:When nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her head,The ...
The bookes of Ouids changed shapes, A story strange doe tell,How Orpheus to fetch his wife, Made voyage vnto hell.Who hauing past ...
Like a priestess from her temple's shade,In her holiest robes of light array'd,The morn walks forth;—day's glorious starTowers o'er the ...
THE frith is crossed, the previous war-fare past,Through swampy plains, dark woods and deserts vast,O'er heaths, and flowery slopes and ...
NOT in the sky,Where it was seenSo long in eminence of light serene,-Nor on the white tops of the glistering ...
A servant of the living God is dead! His errand hath been well and early done, And early hath he gone to ...
I know not what the cause may be, Or whether there be one or many;But this year's Spring has seemed to ...
O'ER me—how I cannot say,—Heav'nly rapture's growing.Will it help to guide my wayTo yon stars all-glowing?Yet that here I'd sooner ...
THOU spirit, lodg'd in tender breathing airsOf plaintive melancholy, soft and wild!Source of delight to every feeling heart,Long hast thou ...
Time is the feather'd thing, And, whilst I praiseThe sparklings of thy looks and call them rays, Takes wing, Leaving behind him as ...
In the whole wide world there was but one,Others for others, but she was mine,The one fair woman beneath the ...
Softly the breezes dance o'er the meadows, Wafting the perfume of sweet-scented May; Flecked are the green fields with sunshine and shadows, Telling ...
I have no shame, no regretThat born Hungarian, I writeAs one, that I can never letMy words beyond this soil ...
Awake, awake, ye echoes wild !Ye caverns deep my lay prolong !'Tis Ariel, Fancy's dearest child,That wooes you to repeat ...
On my school notebooksOn my desk and on the treesOn the sands of snowI write your nameOn the pages I ...
Inhabitants of Liverpool, List to the urgent call,Which summons you in crowds to-day, Within St. George's Hall.There earnest Women are convened, In purpose ...
O GENTLE Peace! celestial visitant!Thou friend to virtue, charity, and love,Whose smile can make a paradise on earth,Without whose presence ...
Before a rose is fully blown, The outward leaves announce decay; So, ere the spring of Youth is flown, Its tiny pleasures die ...
IBeautiful-bosomed, O Night, in thy noonMove with majesty onward! soaring, as lightlyAs a singer may soar the notes of an ...
I"See," said the artist, while with languid careHe posed before his goddess, "how sublimeThe primitive invention was, how bareOf inessentials! ...
A day of torpor in the sullen heat Of Summer's passion: In the sluggish streamThe panting cattle lave their lazy feet, With drowsy ...
O God of the Seasons! we bringTo Thee our thankoff'rings of praise;We soar with the lark; as we sing,The skies ...
Thou, spirit of the spangled night!I woo thee from the watchtower high,Where thou dost sit to guide the barkOf lonely ...
FOR MANY YEARS DEPRIVED OF SIGHT.They say the sun is shiningIn all his splendor now,And clouds in graceful drapery,Are sailing ...
I cannot keep my purpose, but must give Sorrow and Verse their way; nor will I grieve Longer in silence; no, that ...
Many a grand ambition Had birth and died in a day, From lack of vigorous nursing To keep it from decay. Many a hope ...
The time will come when I no more can playThis polished flute: the stops will not obeyMy gnarled fingers; and ...
When I recall the daysThat saw my childhood of yoreBeside the verdant shoreOf a murmuring lagoon;When I remember the sighsOf ...
CAN it be! of stars the star,Do I press thee to my heart?In the night of distance far,What deep gulf, ...
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