Posts tagged ‘1802’

Saturday, 3 February 2018

Time by Anne Home Hunter

Time may ambition’s nest destroy,
Though on a rock ’tis perch’d so high,
May find dull av’rice in his cave,
And drag to light the sordid slave;
But from affection’s temper’d chain
To free the heart he strives in vain.

The sculptur’d urn, the marble bust,
By time are crumbled with the dust;
But tender thoughts the muse has twin’d
For love, for friendship’s brow design’d,
Shall still endure, shall still delight,
Till time is lost in endless night.


Date: 1802

By: Anne Home Hunter (1742-1821)

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Lines to a Friend, who had Recommended the Precepts of the Stoic School to the Author’s Adoption by Maria Banks Woodley Riddell

Hence with the Stoic lore! whose frigid art
Would chill the gen’rous feelings of the soul,
Forbid kind Sympathy’s responsive smart,
Or check the tear of rapture ere it roll.

Still with its joys and woes, a changeful train!
Fair Sensibility be ever mine,
Th’ alternate throb of pleasure or of pain,
And all that love and friendship can combine.

From: Riddell, Maria (ed.), The Metrical Miscellany: Consisting Chiefly of Poems Hitherto Unpublished, 1803, T. Cadell and W. Davies: London, p. 49.

Date: 1802

By: Maria Banks Woodley Riddell (1772-1808)

Monday, 25 June 2012

Freedom and Love by Thomas Campbell

How delicious is the winning
   Of a kiss at love’s beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
   For the knot there’s no untying!

Ye remember, ‘midst your wooing,
   Love has bliss, but Love has ruing;
Other smiles may make you fickle,
   Tears for other charms may trickle.

Love he comes, and Love he tarries,
   Just as fate or fancy carries;
   Longest stays, when sorest chidden;
Laughs and flies, when press’d and bidden.

Bind the sea to slumber stilly,
   Bind its odour to the lily,
Bind the aspen ne’er to quiver,
   Then bind Love to last for ever.

Love’s a fire that needs renewal
   Of fresh beauty for its fuel:
Love’s wing moults when caged and captured,
   Only free, he soars enraptured.

Can you keep the bee from ranging
   Or the ringdove’s neck from changing?
No! nor fetter’d Love from dying
   In the knot there’s no untying.


Date: ?1802

By: Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)

Alternative Title: Song [How Delicious is the Winning]