Daily Archives: July 7, 2016

Poem – To Lesbia

Lesbia! since far from you I’ve ranged, Our souls with fond affection glow not; You say ’tis I, not you, have changed, I’d tell you why,–but yet I know not. Your polish’d brow no cares have crost; And, Lesbia! we … Continue reading

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Poem – To George Earl Delwarr 

Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other; The friendships of childhood, though fleeting are true; The love which you felt was the love of a brother, Nor less the affection I cherish’d for you. But Friendship … Continue reading

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Poem – To Florence 

Oh Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth, I hardly thought to grieve once more To quit another spot on earth: Yet here, amidst this barren isle,  Where panting Nature droops the head, Where … Continue reading

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To A Child – Francis Thompson

Whenas my life shall time with funeral tread The  heavy death-drum of the beaten hours, Following, sole mourner, mine own manhood dead, Poor forgot corse, where not a maid strows flowers; When I you love am no more I you … Continue reading

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