Solitude (John Anster Poems)
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
WOE to the rich, and mercilessly-proud,Who stops his ears against the beggar's cry!Unheard, unpity'd, he shall cry aloudFrom Hell's abyss, ...
'Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony ground between Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me, when ...
Go fight for Freedom, Warriors of the West!At last the word is spoken: Go!Lay on for Liberty. 'Twas at her ...
I landed there on the day of my birth,—The day that the city was swept from the earth;Though thirteen years ...
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago;And-royal by my second birth- I know as much as most ...
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? ...
A West Australian Bushman's StoryWell, mate, you've asked about a fellowYou met to-day, in a black-and-yellowChain-gang suit, with a peddler's ...
ALL mortals fain the time wou'd knowWhen Christ shall judge the world below ;But better 'tis they shou'd prepare,Ere they ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
When warm'd with zeal, my rustic Muse Feels fluttering fain to tell her news, And paint her simple, lowly views With all her ...
When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain,We stood and drank of the last free air ...
I.Along Crane River's sunny slopesBlew warm the winds of May,And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksThe green outgrew the gray.The grass was ...
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CULLODENTake away that star and garter-Hide them from my aching sight:Neither king nor prince shall tempt ...
At winter dusk upon the hillside cold,While shivering trees made moan,Went Hojo Tokiyori all alone.Free of his Regent robes and ...
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
Speak not a word of wild, blaspheming grief!Be proud, be brave, though fallen in the strife,And gaze, oh poet, with ...
There are lonesome places upon the earthThat have never re-echoed a sound of mirth,Where the spirits abide that feast and ...
YE that have faced the billows and the sprayOf good St. Botolph's island-studded bay,As from the gliding bark your eye ...
(Written in her fourteenth year.)WHAT sight of horror, fear and woe,Now greets chief Hillis-ha-ad-joe?What thought of blood now lights his ...
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth. St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms put out, And to their manteaus their complexions suit : The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city-dames allready taken places ; Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd, But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ; And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.SILLIANDER. Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ? Some cause there is that thus you sit alone. Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?PATCH. If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.SILLIANDER. No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right, 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast, A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.PATCH. Toasting does seldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toast the thing they love. A certain Duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too, Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do : What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame : Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.SILLIANDER. Ill fates pursue me, may I never find The dice propitious, or the ladies kind, If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear, And one from me she condescends to wear.PATCH. Women are always ready to receive ; 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give. A lady (but she is too great to name) Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame, With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ; Another day may give another thing.SILLIANDER. I cou'd say something — see this billet-doux — And as for presents — look upon my shoe — These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young Countess fondly made the gift.PATCH. My Countess is more nice, more artful too, Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue : This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd, And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ; She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize, With affectation cramm'd it down her stays : Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen, I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.SILLIANDER. Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace, Drinking delicious poison from her face, The soft enchantress did that face decline, Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ; With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend, While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose, And thousand beauties to my sight expose.PATCH. Early this morn — (but I was ask'd to come) I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room : Warm from her bed, to me alone within, Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ; Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace, And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ; Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin, She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.SILLIANDER. See TITIANA driving to the park, Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the spring are seen, Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.SILLIANDER. What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ? Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.PATCH. What are her garters ! tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee for the happier man. Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain. After a conquest so important gain'd, Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd. (Mary Wortley Montagu)
My friend has left me, he has gone away;Before his time-so long before-he went.Bright was the dawn of his unended ...
"THE sun shines in a cloudless sky,The lake is blue and still;Up, Flora! on thine errand hie,And climb the eyrie ...
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise ...
IBut now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
It was upon an April morn,While yet the frost lay hoar,We heard Lord James's bugle-hornSound by the rocky shore.Then down ...
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