Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson (Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems)
SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dimNow that her eye no longer dwelt on him,And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then ...
SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dimNow that her eye no longer dwelt on him,And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then ...
Ah ! lost one ! hide that tempting smile, And turn away that thrilling eye ;They only languish, to beguile, They only ...
Awake, arise, the hour is come,For rows and revolutions;There's no receipt like pike and drumFor crazy constitutions.Close, close the shop! ...
Shrine of my mind, my Library!Each morn I greet thee with delight,When, soul-refreshed, I bring to theeThe benediction of the ...
for MarianLooking at the zoo the great white parkof a misty winter's afternoon "You're great!and I love you for it"All ...
MOST worthy of praise were the virtuous waysOf Little Red Riding Hood's ma,And no one was ever more cautious and ...
To horse! to horse! brave Cavaliers!To horse for Church and Crown!Strike, strike your tents! snatch up your spears!And ho for ...
I. Among the flowers a drink of wine. I sit alone without a friend. So I invite the moon, Then see my shadow, make ...
AGAINST the wooded hills it stands,Ghost of a dead home, staring throughIts broken lights on wasted landsWhere old-time harvests grew.Unploughed, ...
Me so oft my fancy drewHere and there, that I ne'er knewWhere to place desire beforeSo that range it might ...
Oh, the rare exhilaration, Oh, the novel delectation Of a ride down the slide! Packed like ice in zero weather, Pleasure-seekers close together, On a ...
After forty years. Sacred these walls wherein I find Myself inclosed once more; Here in youth's pride my ardent mind On nightly tasks would ...
I SPEAK with a proud tongue of the people who were And the people who are, The worthy of Ardara, the Rosses ...
OUT in the west, where runs are wide, And days than ours are hotter,Not very far from Lachlan Side There dwelt a ...
You will journey many a weary day and long, Ere you will see so restful and sweet a place,As this, my ...
Ye little flowrets, wild an free, Yo're welcome, aye as onny!Ther's but few seets 'at meet mi ee 'At ivver seem as ...
He was so tired that he was scarcely able to hear a note of the songs: he felt imprisoned in ...
HOW did he live, this dead man here,With the temple above his grave?He lived as a great one, from cradle ...
First Old Man He threw his crutched stick down: there cameInto his face the anger flame,And he spoke viciously of ...
In the Manner of Sir Walter Raleigh.The Objector.Each man who lives, the Scriptures prove,Must as himself his neighbour love;But though ...
The King was sick. His cheek was red,And his eye was clear and bright;He ate and drank with kingly zest,And ...
Discrowned and desolate,And wandering with dim eyes and faded hair,Singing sad songs to comfort her despair, Grey Autumn meets her fate. Forsaken ...
Wise education, vital breathInspires an enchanting virtue;She puts the Country in the lofty seatOf endless glory, of dazzling glow,And just ...
We are accused of terrorismIf we dare to write about the remains of a homelandThat is scattered in pieces and ...
Where shall be found the niche unfill'd,—A spot unclaim'd, a field untill'd?Who may secure a vacant spaceFairly to run and ...
"Oh, wasn't he hard on poor sinners this mornin'?And his voice, begor! was no silver-tone fluteWhen he gave us," said ...
Ye viewless guardians of these sacred shades,Dear dreams of early song, Aonian maids!--And you, illustrious dead! whose spirits speakIn each ...
Well I remember, many years ago,Deep in the forest shade of Fontainebleau,With six dear girls in lovely virgin prime,Partaking of ...
Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's LordSayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;And would fill each Sunday with gloom ...
ON VISTING HER HOUSE AFTER HER DEATH.SHE is not here! Alas, she is not here!Yet all still breathes and speaks ...
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