Janetta Philipps

Addressed To An Amiable Young Lady On Presenting Her With Some Violets
ACCEPT, sweet Anne, the gift I bring,
The first fair promise of the year;
Meek children of the early Spring,
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Soft twilight bathes in pearly dew
Yon crimson-tinted rose,
And fresher to the gazer's view
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Awake, awake, ye echoes wild !
Ye caverns deep my lay prolong !
'Tis Ariel, Fancy's dearest child,
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When life's first dawn breaks on the raptured view,
And smiles each various scene so bright and new,
The Passions, thronging round the youthful heart,
Their glowing visions to the soul impart:
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The dancing moon-beam kissed the deep,
And Zephyr breathed his sweetest sigh,
When Mary, from the rocky steep,
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Oh ! heard ye not the sighing gale,
That fans the twilight grove!
And heard ye not the plaintive wail,
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The brightest cloud that decks the western skies
The flatterer Hope her mimic canvas chose,
Bade pictured dreams of future bliss arise,
And stole from memory all her treasured woes.
Gay were the forms her ready pencil drew,
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When fell Oppression o'er the earth
Her iron sceptre waved with fearful sway,
To thee, dread power of War, the fiend gave birth,
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The hapless wretch, whom fortune's hate
Has doomed with weary step to rove,
Torn by the ruthless hand of fate,
From all his heart had learned to love;
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Then teach me, ah! teach me that pang to subdue,
Which passion imposes, and reason disdains;
Bid memory no more the dear image renew,
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A TALE.
Where Snowdon's bleak summits their shadows throw wide,
Once the castle of Modred arose;
Frowning dark as the mountain that towered at its side,
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Fair was the night, the air was still,
The moonlight valley distant lay,
When Donald climbed the weary hill,
To seek his Love- so far away.
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Keen blows the piercing midnight gale
On this sad cheek, with grief so pale;
Chill rain-drops on my bosom fall,
Yet still I seek yon castle wall.
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Come, holy hour, to inspiration given;
I love thy gentle dews, thy silver light,
When doubtful shadows veil the face of Heaven,
And silence rests upon the breast of night;
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THE midnight hour was come- that solemn hour
When they, the forms divine, whose mystic lay
Breathes not to mortal ear, on earth have power
Till bright Astarte's lingering fires decay:
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From Ether's plains, where shines thy starry throne,
Fancy, fair queen of song, on earth descend!
To me thy potent spells, Enchantress, lend,
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When smiling Hope, devoid of art,
Gilt childhood's early morn,
How little dreamed my simple heart
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The Christian bands in order move,
And martial pilgrims throng the strand,
When Henry leaves his plighted love,
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Wild shadowy forms, that on yon frowning steep,
Wrapped in the sable robe of darkness, dwell,
Raise ye the plaintive notes that softly swell
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