Category: Poetry
Auspicious morn, com’st opportune, unbought? Bring’st thou glad furtherance in thy rosy train? Speed then, my chariot, following fast my thought, And distance on thy track the lumbering wain, O’er plain and hillock nearing her abode, The goal of expectation, fortune’s road,--...
“_I like that friendship which, by soft gentle pauses, steals upon the affections and grows mellow with time, by reciprocal offices and trials of love; that friendship is like t...
1. PART I.Auspicious morn, com’st opportune, unbought? Bring’st thou glad furtherance in thy rosy train? Speed then, my chariot, following fast my thought, And distance on thy track the l...