Poems

Who supports herself, and an aged and infirm Mother, by selling Stockings and Gloves of her own Knitting, which she offers to Travellers as they pass by; in doing which she has...

In dedicating the following Poems to your Ladyship, I cannot help regretting that they are not more worthy of such an honour; that I might consequently have used it as an humble...

The anchor dropp’d, he springs upon the shore, His wife and children press to meet his kiss; Half-told, a thousand things they prattle o’er, And, safe at home, renew their forme...

N’offrant qu’un cœur à la Beauté, Nud comme la Verité, Sans armes comme l’Innocence, Sans aîles comme la Constance, Tel fut l’Amour dans le siecle d’or, On ne le trouve plus, qu...

But, ah! no willing mourner here Attends to tell the tale of woe: Why is yon statue prostrate thrown? Why has the grass green’d o’er the stone? Why, ’gainst the spider’d casemen...

These bays be thine; and, tho’ not form’d to shine Clear as thy colour, faultless as thy line, Yet shall the Muse essay, in humble verse, Thy merits, lovely Painting! to rehears...