Eunica; or, The Herdsman, by Moschus
When lately I offer'd Eunica to kiss,
She fle...
When lately I offer'd Eunica to kiss,
She fle...
Cypris, when all but shone the dawn's glad bea...
Ye mountain valleys, pitifully groan!
Rivers ...
'Why dost thou vex thy spirit, mother mine?
W...
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep...
Pan loved his neighbour Echo--but that child
O...
Her Eros thus proclaimed the Cyprian Queen; --
...
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating h...
Twilight is gone, and Evening now
Her sable m...
Plaintively echoes the evening rain,
Dropping...
Flow on, flow on, thou classic stream,
In q...
The night is melting into day,
The crowing bi...
'Tis a mysterious thing to see the earth
Put o...
I am a slave! Oh why was I born!
Why was I mad...
Ye sunset clouds like flakes of gold,
That fl...
Thou brightly flowing Delaware,
Whose waters ...
From Multiplying the Moon (Enitharmon Press 200...
From Circling The Core (Enitharmon Press 2008) ...
There is a flower of climate rare,
That never...
The lawn's green silk is softly drawn
About th...
The pollen on a bee's wing,
His hum against t...
Across a sea of splendor
An emerald ship saile...
The gloom of death is on the raven's wing,
Th...
Sweet latest herald of the spring,
Fresh from...
Year in, year out, unchanged thou standest th...