Lay of an Irish Harp. Morgan, Lady Sydney, 1783‐1859 Henry ...
Love, thus wrapt in soft repose p125 125 pxv xv 32 Oh! should I fly from the world ... VII. stanza No never (till mem'ry by death shall be blighted) Can our...
Shorter Poems by Thomas Love Peacock
Margaret Love Peacock. LONG night succeeds thy little day; Oh blighted blossom! can it be,... And thus becomes a sinner. The rich man has a cellar,...
buds and bird voices
The beauty of preceding years, now transformed to brown and blighted deformity, ... They are discussing the economy of life and love and the site and...
The Growth of Love
The cold returns, the buds from growing cease,... Love who hath humbled thus hath also crown'd... And blighted all his cheer with stern complaint:...
Flower Fables - The Frost-King
Thus the Frost-King lost his kingdom, And his power to harm and blight. Violet conquered, and his cold heart Warmed with music, love, and light;...
The Lay of an Irish Harp
That the rose's twin-buds which were wreath'd for my brow... Thus Montesquieu is surprized to find he could love at thirty-five; while St. Aulaire wrote...
