Blue And Red: Or, The Discontented Lobster (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
Permit me, Reader, to make my bow,And allowMe to humbly commend to your tender merciesThe hero of these simple verses.By ...
Permit me, Reader, to make my bow,And allowMe to humbly commend to your tender merciesThe hero of these simple verses.By ...
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
Let holiness upon thy front appear,That all the people plainly may observe,By the behaviour thou art wont to bear,That thou ...
There is sorrow in Beechenbrook Cottage; the day Has been bright with the earliest glory of May; The blue of the sky ...
Dear M---- By way of saving time,I'll do this letter up in rhyme,Whose slim stream through four pages flowsEre one is ...
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESSTHE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.AIR -- TRIO.ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,And ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
There's a rather indistinct human anxiety all around in the day's light:on streets, in alleys, on tram line tracks and ...
All man's acts,Serious or trivial, all man's thoughts perchancePass not unmarked of angel eye, or God's.We know in daytime there ...
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me seeThat Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,Thy generous spirit emulates the ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must proveThe early joys of youth and love,Whose names grim Fate (to whom 'twas given,When ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
ELEGY ON EDWARD BETHAM,_Lost in the Duchess of Gordon East Indiaman, off the Cape of Good Hope_. --------Lovely as are the ...
When fierce and fast-thronging calamities rush Resistless as destiny o'er us, and crush The life from the quivering heart till we feel Like ...
Let gaudy Mirth, to the blithe Carrol-song,In loose light-measur'd Numbers dance along;Thou, Muse no flow'ry Fancies here display,Nor warble with ...
"I am weary and worn,--I am hungry and chill, And cuttingly strikes the keen blast o'er the hill; All day I have ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
NO classic warrior tempts my pen To fill with verse these pages-No lordly-hearted man of men My Muse's thought engages.Let others choose ...
Beginneth here the book called Decameron, otherwise Prince Galeotto, wherein are contained one hundred novels told in ten days by ...
Spirit, that rarely comest now And only to contrast my gloom, Like rainbow-feathered birds that bloomA moment on some autumn boughThat, with ...
Expect na, sir, in this narration,A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,An' sprung o' great an' ...
IT is sweet to rejoice for a day,-For a day that is reached at last!It is well for wanderers in ...
Soft as the morning's pearly light,Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,Her gentle face was ever brightWith noble thought and purpose ...
A CHRISTMAS LAY.I. Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember;-- Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December;-- Will they never ...
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at ...
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face ...
'NO, you can't count me in, boys; I'm off it-I'm jack of them practical jokes;They give neither pleasure nor profit,And ...
It was that fierce contested field where Chickamauga layBeneath the wild tornado that swept her pride away;Her dimpling dales and ...
How much of paper's spoil d what floods of ink!And yet how few how very few can think!The knack of ...
YES, "Let the tent be struck": victorious morning Through every crevice flashes in a day Magnificent beyond all earth's adorning: The night is ...
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