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Oh, honey of an hour,

Oh, honey of an hour,
I never knew thy power,
Prohibit me …
Old acquaintance well renew

* * *
old acquaintance well renew
Prospero had One Caliban & I have Two

William Blake
An old maid early eer I knew

* * *
An old maid early eer I knew
Ought but the love that on me grew …

William Blake
Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve

You never heard tell of the story?
Well, now, I can hardly believe!
Never heard of the honour and glory …

Banjo Paterson
On a Columnar Self —

On a Columnar Self —
How ample to rely
In Tumult — or Extremity — …

Emily Dickinson
On a great coxcomb

(recovering from an Indisposition)
Narcissus (as Ovid informs us) expir'd,
Consum'd by the flames his own beauty had fir'd; …

Ann Eliza Bleecker
On A Lady, Coquetting With A Very Silly Fellow.

CORINNA'S judgment do not less admire,
That she for Oulus shows a gen'rous fire;
Lucretia toying thus had been a fool, …

Henry Fielding
On a picture of Harvey Birch

I know not if thy noble worth
My country's annals claim,
For in her brief, bright history …

Anne Lynch Botta
On a picture of my father

I strive in vain those features to restore
To Memory's faded tablets, which on me,
From the mute ivory, beam so lovingly, …

Anne Lynch Botta
On a picture of Ruth

Fresh, through the mist of ages past,
Thou risest on our view,
As when from Judah's waving fields, …

Anne Lynch Botta
On a whithered branch

”On a whithered branch
A crow is sitting
This autumn eve.”

William George Aston
On F—— & S——

On F—— & S——
I found them blind I taught them how to see
And now they know neither themselves nor me …

William Blake
On Her Endeavouring to Conceal Her Grief at Parting

Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress
Those gentle signs of undissembled woe?
When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, …

William Cowper
On Kiley's Run

The roving breezes come and go
On Kiley's Run,
The sleepy river murmurs low, …

Banjo Paterson
On Mrs. Arabella Hunt Singing

I.
LET all be husht, each softer Motion cease,
Be ev'ry loud tumultuous Thought at Peace, …

William Congreve
On Mrs. Johanna Lupton

Her soul, unsetter'd from the bands of clay,
With swift-wing'd haste to heaven takes its way;
She tow'rs the æriel space on wings divine, …

Ann Eliza Bleecker
On my volcano grows the Grass

On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot —
An acre for a Bird to choose …

Emily Dickinson
On receiving a picture of an Italian Countess

Oh lovely semblance of a lovelier face!
Upon thy classic contour as I gaze,
My eager thought flies through dividing space; …

Anne Lynch Botta
On seeing Miss S. T. E. crossing the Hudson

Tis she, upon the sapphire flood,
Whose charms the world surprise,
Whose praises, chanted in the wood, …

Ann Eliza Bleecker
On such a night, or such a night,

On such a night, or such a night,
Would anybody care
If such a little figure …

Emily Dickinson