Poems

The Mad Wanderer There came to Grasmere’s pleasant vale A stranger maid in tatters clad, Whose eyes were wild, whose cheek was pale, While oft she […]

The Moon and the Comet This fact is clear….Both man and woman Prize not what’s good, but what’s uncommon ; And most delighted still they are, […]

The Origin of the Sail “Sweet maid! on whom my wishes rest, My morning thought, my midnight dream, O grant Lysander’s fond request, And let those […]

The Warrior’s Return Sir Walter returned from the far Holy Land, And a blood-tinctured falchion he bore; But such precious blood as now darkened his sword […]

To a Maniac There was a time, poor phrensied maid, When I could o’er thy grief have mourned, And still with tears the tale repaid Of […]

To Anna This faded lip may oft to thee As gay a smile, my Anna, wear, As when in youth, from sorrow free, I only shed […]

To Henry Think not, while fairer nymphs invite Thy feet, dear youth, to Pleasure’s bowers, My faded form shall meet thy sight, And cloud my Henry’s […]

To Henry, Written to a Russian Air How I hail this morn’s appearing! It will thee, my love, restore: Safety danger past endearing, Sure we meet […]

To Laura Cease, Laura, cease, suspect no more This careless heart has learnt to love, Because on yonder lonely shore I still at pensive evening rove; […]

To Lorenzo Go, distant shores and brighter conquests seek, But my affection will your scorn survive! For not from radiant eyes or crimson cheek My fondness […]