Love Poems – Page 3249
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To a Moth
Poor Creature! nay, I ’ll not say poor, / Why, surely, thou art wondrous blest; / Right royal is this sepulchre … -
To a Mountain Daisy
On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786 / WEE, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, / Thou ’s met me in an evil hour, … -
To a Mouse
On Turning Her up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785 / WEE, sleekit, cowerin’, timorous beastie, / O, what a panic ’s in thy breastie! … -
To a poet, painter and musician
Three Muses one day / Had a serious fray, / Concerning a youth who had wandered astray, … -
To a poet's wife
She, who in lonely pride may wear / The laurel on her brow, / And sit beneath its chilling shade, … -
To a Portrait
A Pensive photograph / Watches me from the shelf— / Ghost of old love, and half … -
To a Rose
Go, rose, and in her golden hair / You shall forget the garden soon; / The sunshine is a captive there … -
To a Shred of Linen
WOULD they swept cleaner!— / Here's a littering shred / Of linen left behind—a vile reproach … -
To a silent poet
I see the sons of Genius rise / The nobles of our land; / And foremost in the gathering ranks … -
To a Skeleton
[The Ms. of this poem, which appeared in 1820, was said to have been found in the Museum of the Royal College of Surgeons, in London, near a perfect human skeleton. It was published in the Morning Chronicle. The author was never discovered, although a reward of fifty guineas was offered.] / BEHOL…
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