Poems

To Dr. A. Within the cot the Muses love, May Peace reside, that household dove! Beneath this roof, around this hearth, Mild Wisdom mix with social […]

To Love and Time TO MRS. MULSO. On Stella’s brow as lately envious Time His crooked lines with iron pencil traced, That brow, erewhile like ivory […]

To Miss F. B.: On Her Asking For Mrs. B’s Love and Time Of Love and Time say what would Fanny know? That Time is precious, […]

To Miss R.: On Her Attendance On Her Mother At Buxton When blooming beauty in the noon of power, While offered joys demand each sprightly hour, […]

To Miss T. Sweet are the thoughts that stir the virgin’s breast When love first enters there, a timid guest; Before her dazzled eyes gay visions […]

To Mr. Barbauld NOVEMBER, 14, 1778. Come, clear thy studious looks awhile, ‘T is arrant treason now To wear that moping brow, When I, thy empress, […]

To Mr. Barbauld: With A Map of The Land of Matrimony The sailor worn by toil and wet with storms, As in the wished-for port secure […]

To Mr. Bowring ON HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM VARIOUS LANGUAGES Bowring, the music of thy polished strains Through every tongue its equal power sustains. To the […]

To Mr. S. T. Coleridge Midway the hill of science, after steep And rugged paths that tire the’ unpractised feet, A grove extends; in tangled mazes […]

To Mrs. A. You whose clear life, one fair, well-ordered day, In useful tenour calmly glides away; In whom the eye of Malice never spied Aught […]