The Australiad – (A poem for children.) (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
(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 ...
I.FRIEND to the wretch whose bosom knows no joy! Parent of bliss beyond the reach of fate! Celestial Hope! thou gift divine! Sweet ...
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)
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!A company came down, and struck ...
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,My friend and I, by chance we talk'dOf Lessing's famed Laocooen;And after we awhile ...
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 ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
In a far off hamlet near the seaWhere billows oft, in days of storm, andNights of darkness rush reckless to ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
I had rather write one word upon the rockOf ages than ten thousand in the sand.The rock of ages! lo ...
DEDICATED BY A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE COLLEGIAN,1830, TO THE EDITORS OF THE HARVARD ADVOCATE, 1876.'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,The ...
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
"'I loosened the bonds which bindThe Pestilence, my slave;I sent him forth as the wind,I bade him stand in the ...
Mater ait, tacta est dea Nomine Matris.Ovid--- Utinam modo dicere PossemCarmina digna dea, certe est dea carmine digna.VirgilLet hireling Poets ...
Bewailing in my chamber thus allone, Despeir{.e}d of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone, Unto the wyndow gan ...
What festival is ancient Rome preparing? Where flow the crowds in noisy waves?Why these aromas, myrrh's sweet smoke And censers all around ...
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.When princely Hamilton's abodeEnnobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,And ...
Oh, such a funny August house-- It really was like a zoo, For animals roamed in all the rooms (Even a kangaroo); Such sociable, ...
The wind had blown away the rainThat all day long had soaked the level plain.Against the horizon's fiery wrack,The sheds ...
Part I.A couple old sat o'er the fire,And they were bent and gray;They burned the charcoal for their Lord,Who lived ...
Argument:As I was going to Saint IvesI met seven wives.Every wife had seven sacks;Every sack had seven cats;Every cat had ...
In those days the Evil Spirits,All the Manitos of mischief,Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,And his love for Chibiabos,Jealous of their faithful friendship,And ...
MAN SPEAKER.FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent streamReflects new glories on his breast,Where, splendid as the youthful poet's dream,He ...
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
IBLUE as blossom of the myrtleSmiled the steadfast eyes of OlafOn the host of ships that harriedHis enraged, gold-glittering Dragon,Snared ...
From the German of Buerger.Ich will euch erzaehlen ein Maerchen gar schnurrig; u.s.w.PRAY, listen, good friends, and I'll tell you ...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by ...
'It is the voice of years that are gone!they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIANNewstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! ...
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