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To ----, in obscurity

In full-orbed splendor now the queen of Night,
Among the stars walks in her pride of place,
And how again we miss that flood of light …

Anne Lynch Botta
To a Child (Botta)

I love to look on that eye of blue,
For tears have not yet worn a channel through;
And the few bright summers since thy birth, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To a friend, on being asked for some verses

I thought the Soul of Song had made
This heart of mine her sepulchre;
For all her golden dreams had fled, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To a Shred of Linen

WOULD they swept cleaner!—
Here's a littering shred
Of linen left behind—a vile reproach …

Lydia Sigourney
To a silent poet

I see the sons of Genius rise
The nobles of our land;
And foremost in the gathering ranks …

Anne Lynch Botta
To an astronomer

Upon the Professor we'll waste not a glance,
Since he has no eyes for us poor terrestrials;
With his heart can we have any possible chance, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To Anna (Botta)

For thee, the Sibyl in the future sees
A lovely cottage hidden by the trees;---
Round its white porch are trained the clustering vines; …

Anne Lynch Botta
To be alive — is Power —

To be alive — is Power —
Existence — in itself —
Without a further function — …

Emily Dickinson
To be forgot by thee

To be forgot by thee
Surpasses Memory
Of other minds …
To break so vast a Heart

To break so vast a Heart
Required a Blow as vast —
No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight — …
To Celia (Fielding)

I HATE the town and all its ways;
Ridottos, operas, and plays;
The ball, the ring, the mall, the court; …

Henry Fielding
To Charles Butler

Thus, one by one, dear friend, the years flow by,
That bear us onward to the silent land.
And one by one, around us falling lie, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To Chloes breast young Cupid slily stole

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To Chloes breast young Cupid slily stole
But he crept in at Myras pocket hole

William Blake
To Chuse a Friend

To all young Men that love to Wooe,
To Kiss and Dance, and Tumble too;
Draw near and Counsel take of me, …

Thomas D'Urfey
To die — takes just a little while —

To die — takes just a little while —
They say it doesn't hurt —
It's only fainter — by degrees — …
To die — without the Dying

To die — without the Dying
And live — without the Life
This is the hardest Miracle …
To do a magnanimous thing

To do a magnanimous thing
And take oneself by surprise
If oneself is not in the habit of him …
To Dr. ---- (Botta)

I know those subtle elements
Thou dost administer,
Have power to stay the parting breath, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To earn it by disdaining it

To earn it by disdaining it
Is Fame's consummate Fee —
He loves what spurns him — …
To Emma (Botta)

I look within those deep, dark, lustrous eyes,
And there I read thy heart's sweet mysteries;
There, like those lakes that mirror earth and sky, …

Anne Lynch Botta