#ChildrenWriters #English #Women #XIXCentury #XVIIICentury
WITH DR. AIKIN’S “WISH… Not this the Wish in life’s first… Becomes your opening years and gol… Not these the hopes should your so… Whose buds of joy are yet uncropt…
You whose clear life, one fair, we… In useful tenour calmly glides awa… In whom the eye of Malice never s… Aught she could wish to spread, or… Whose looks with words accord, and…
Dear faithful object of my tender… Whom but my partial eyes none fanc… May I unblamed display thy social… Thy modest virtues, and domestic w… Thou silent, humble flatterer, yet…
OH! hear a pensive captive’s pray… For liberty that sighs; And never let thine heart be shut Against the prisoner’s cries. For here forlorn and sad I sit,
When blooming beauty in the noon o… While offered joys demand each spr… With all that pomp of charms and w… Which sure to conquer needs but to… When she, whose name the softest l…
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTI… They speak of never-withering shad… And bowers of opening joy; They promise mines of fairy gold, And bliss without alloy.
A map of every country known, With not a foot to call his own. A list of folks that kicked a dust On this poor globe, from Ptol. th… He hopes,—indeed it is but fair,—
TO THE LADIES Hard is my stem and dry, no root i… To draw nutritious juices from the… Yet of your ivory fingers’ magic t… The quickening power and strange e…
When life as opening buds is sweet… And golden hopes the fancy greet, And Youth prepares his joys to me… Alas! how hard it is to die! When just is seized some valued pr…
Joy to the followers of the Lord! Thus saith the sure the eternal wo… Not of earth the joy it brings, Tempered in celestial springs: ’Tis the joy of pardoned sin,
Arrayed in robes of regal state, But stiff and cold, the monarch sa… In gorgeous vests, his chair besid… Stood prince and peer, the nation’… And paladin and high-born dame
SWEET daughter of a rough and st… Hoar Winter’s blooming child; del… Whose unshorn locks with leaves And swelling buds are crowned; From the green islands of eternal…
So long estranged from every Muse… And groveling in the tangled net o… What powerful breath shall kindle… Smothered with damps of most unkin… Ah, how is quenched the lamp that…
When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his maker God, What rites, what honours shall he… How spread his sovereign’s praise… From marble domes and gilded spire…
WHO HAD WISHED AT TH… In twice five winters more and one… Hermes again will cross the Sun; Again a dusky spot appear, Slow-journeying o’er his splendid…