Love Poems – Page 3272
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To the Mocking-Bird
Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool! / Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe? / Thine ever ready notes of ridicule … -
To the Moonflower
Pale, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep / When all the flower-heads droop in drowsy swoon; / When lily bells fold to the zephyr’s tune, … -
To the Muses
Whether on Ida's shady brow / Or in the chambers of the East, / The chambers of the Sun, that now … -
To the Nightingale
O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray / Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, / Thou with fresh hopes the lover’s heart dost fill, … -
To the Pliocene Skull
A Geological Address / “A human skull has been found in California, in the pliocene formation. This skull is the remnant, not only of the earliest pioneer of this State, but the oldest known human being…. The skull was found in a shaft one hundred and fifty feet deep, two miles from Angel’s, in C… -
To the Princess Lucretia
From London Magazine / THY unripe youth seemed like the purple rose / That to the warm ray opens not its breast, … -
To The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole, (Now Earl Of Orford). Written in the Year 1730
SIR, / WHILE at the helm of state you ride, / Our nation's envy, and its pride; … -
To the Royal Academy
To the Royal Academy / A strange Erratum in all the Editions / Of Sir Joshua Reynoldss Lectures … -
To the same
Thy patron, good St. Valentine, / Who lived so long ago, / Watched only over happy hearts, … -
To the same (Mr. L-----) I
Dear Sir, when late in town you chose / To correspond no more in prose, / My viscious muse---(but 'tis in vain …
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