Poems

To Mrs. Marissal Whither, whither, wearied dove, Wilt thou fly to seek thy rest? Beat with many a heavy storm, Where repose thy tender breast? Hither, […]

To Mrs. P********, With Some Drawings of Birds and Insects The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire, One dip the pencil, and one string the […]

To The Baron DeStonne WHO HAD WISHED AT THE NEXT TRANSIT OF MERCURY TO FIND HIMSELF AGAIN BETWEEN MRS. LA BORDE AND MRS. B. In twice […]

To The Baron DeStonne, WITH AIKIN’S ESSAY ON SONG-WRITING To Gallia’s gay and gallant coast Haste, little volume, speed thy flight; And proudly there go make […]

To The Miss Websters WITH DR. AIKIN’S “WISH,” WHICH THEY EXPRESSED A DESIRE TO HAVE A COPY OF Not this the Wish in life’s first, gayest […]

To The Poor Child of distress, who meet’st the bitter scorn Of fellow-men to happier prospects born, Doomed Art and Nature’s various stores to see Flow […]

To Wisdom O WISDOM! if thy soft controul Can sooth the sickness of the soul, Can bid the warring passions cease, And breathe the balm of […]

Tomorrow See where the falling day In silence steals away Behind the western hills withdrawn: Her fires are quenched, her beauty fled, While blushes all her […]

Tormenting Cares Sleep, sleep today, tormenting cares Of earth and folly born! Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. Tomorrow will […]

Verses On Mrs Rowe SUCH were the notes our chaster SAPPHO sung, And every muse dropt honey on her tongue. Blest shade ! how pure a […]