Elegy On Edward Betham, Lost in the Duchess of Gordon East Indiaman, off the Cape of Good Hope.Lovely as are the wide and sudden calmsUpon a lake, when all the waters rise,To smooth each undulation, and presentA plain of molten silver--is the hope,Dear Edward, of thy safety--which now comesTo fill, expand, and elevate my heart--String every nerve, and give to every vein,A warmer and a sweeter sense of life!Welcome, oh! welcome, that most healing hope,Pouring abroad an efficacious rayInto the aching bosom!--Tidings sweetThose of such prompt return, with wisdom gain'dBy suffering, but with all thy innocence,All thy accustomed gaiety of heart,And...
Poems - Post by : merzmedia - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 2083
Fear has to do with sacred things,And more than all from Pity springs.Two school-girls once--the time is past,But ever will the memory last--This moral to my fancy drew,In colours brilliant, deep, and true.Mute, blooming, one all-wondering stands,The elder kisses oft her hands,Bends o'er with fainting, fond caress,And languishes in strong distress.Clings to her shoulder, were it meet,Seems wishing to embrace her feet;Like one impatient to implore,Who dreads the time is nearly o'er,To ask or to receive a boon,Which must be known and granted soon.A boon with life itself entwin'd, One that her lips refus'd to name, However oft the...
Poems - Post by : John_M_Kane - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 2555
Knowing the nature of thy grief,Too deep, too recent for relief,Oh! why impatient must I pressSo early on a friend's distress!Why am I eager thus to prove,To him who feels excess of love,The tender liking we bestowOn fair and guileless things below?On Love and Joy without pretence,On kind and playful Innocence!The pleas'd idea Memory kept,The partial glance which never slept,When hopes arose oft render'd vain,Of seeing Keswick yet again.Never but once a child had wonSo much upon me as thy son;And, for each wild and winning art,That, nestling, fastens in the heart;For graces that light tendrils flingAround each nerve's tenacious string;Caprices...
Poems - Post by : viggen - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3067
1810.In the first dawn of youth I much admireThe lively boy of ruddy countenance,Strong-built, and bold, and hardy, with black hair,And dark brown eye, contrasting its blue-white,Somewhat abruptly; save in the bright hourOf inward passion, or of sudden joy;When, as a monarch, gracious and renown'd,Amid a crowd of subjects, diverse all,Thrills with one deep, soft feeling every heart;Or, as the sun throws his pervading beamsAt once on bleak harsh mountains and the sky;The soul, by union of its light and heat,Clears and irradiates all, and gives to strengthA mellow sweetness; hues late undefin'dGrow more intense, or, if discordant, loseTheir coarseness, and...
Poems - Post by : miscreed - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3602
O ancient warrior! as we hail thee, And behold thy cordial smile,We hope that greetings ne'er may fail thee, Such as those of Britain's isle.They are, although so seeming rude, Given only where we think them due;Most courteous, e'en when they intrude, Too vehement, but always true!Applauses which no art can fashion, Which speak the feelings and no more;Which give respect the glow of passion, When worth and valour we adore;Blest is the hero in receiving! And pride may scoff at, or despise,What if but once sincere believing, Is grateful to the good...
Poems - Post by : albefree - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3206
LINES.Written for a Young Gentleman to speak at the Audit at St. Saviour's School, Southwark, after the Battle of Trafalgar. --------While others, from the Greek and Roman page,Declare the prudent councils of the sage;Or, in recital of achievements bold,Retrace the motives and the deeds of old,I, in the accents of my native clime,And, at the moment, shaking hands with Time,I, whom our recent loss forbids to roam,Shall plant my mourning standard nearer home!At the sad shrine where gallant Nelson sleeps,Where Britain bends her lofty head and weeps,Deeply lamenting that she cannot prove,The fond excess of dearly purchas'd love.Is there a...
Poems - Post by : alienmare - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3262
On reading in Savary's Travels the death of Ali Bey, who, it is there represented, in the midst of enlightened and benevolent efforts to benefit his country, was repeatedly betrayed, and at length taken captive by his brother-in-law, whom he had advanced and loved, and who, till the very last, he could not believe to be his enemy.O generous Ali! while thy fate inspiresIndignant pity, with a patriot's fires,I mourn for Egypt, and with equal zeal,For her, for thee, and ruin'd science feel:Admire the confidence my heart deploresAnd blame the weakness it almost adores!Pride of thy race! before my mental eyes,I...
Poems - Post by : kokopoko - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3671
Written in Derbyshire, by the same Friend.When recollection brings to mind,The kindred ties I've left behind,The converse gentle and refin'd, I grieve!Deep the regret, the pain extreme,And yet I fondly love the dream,And find the sad, delightful theme Relieve.It...
Poems - Post by : drevis - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3548
Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversation similar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story. --------Believing love was all a bubble,And wooing but a needless trouble,Damon grew fond of posied rings,And many such romantic things;But whether it were Fortune's spite,That study wound his brain too tight,Or that his fancy play'd him tricks,He could not on the lady fix. He look'd around, And often found,A damsel passing fair; "_She's good enough,_" he then would cry, And rub...
Poems - Post by : dwooding - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 1848
May 2, 1816. --------FANCIFUL BOUQUET. --------_Hopes_ all glowing, _Wishes_ rare, _Blessings_ mixed with many a _Prayer_,Flowers as yet beyond compare, Though flourishing in northern air._Farewells_ twined with tender _Fears_, _Golden day-dreams_, gemm'd with tears,_Affections_ nurtur'd many years, Before this perfect bloom appears._Thoughts_ of fondness and of pride, _Love-vanities_ we need not hide;_Heart-blossoms_, in its crimson dyed, For you, are here together tied.And yet they all appear too poor, Though goodness can ensure no more;Though monarchs, whom the world adore, Would purchase such with all their store.And while this charmed gift we...
Poems - Post by : MrFlint - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 2387
An Hour was before me, no creature more bright,More airy, more joyous, e'er sprang on my sight.To catch and to fetter I instantly tried,And "thou art my slave, pretty vagrant," I cried.I had hold, and securely I thought, of its wing,O! how I shall glory, so lovely a thingTo place by the cradle of friendship, and see,With the aid of my captive, if I can be free.Oh! while she is with me, some means may be foundTo temper the air and to hallow the ground--To make those entangling bind-weeds decay,Drive Suspicion, who rear'd them, for ever away,And leave all around, kind,...
Poems - Post by : voicewaveteam - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 924
With the Picture of her Grand-daughter, the present Lady Petre.1813.Behold the semblance of thy flower! I could not fill its leaves with dew,Shew its tints varying with the hour, Its motion as the zephyrs blew.And beauty too were more complete, Appearing on the native stem,In midst of buds and blossoms sweet, And catching graces, charms from them.Or blooming under eyes like thine, Whose fond, soft gaze, whose tender tear,Must also, losing power divine, Awake no answering sweetness here.For much of loveliness must sleep, E'en when inspir'd and led by truth;The faithful pencil aims to...
Poems - Post by : imwarrior - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3525
On their only Son's being in the Navy, 1811. --------Talent and beauty, and the heart's warm glow,Gilding with Heavenly light his path below,Few with such rare felicity have won,In that rich prize, a dear and only son;And fewer but those faculties would doomTo the soft prison of a pamper'd home;Check his bold wishes when they soar'd on high,And see well-pleas'd each early vision die;But ye, enweaving, as to me appears,With his bright hopes, those of maturer years,Hallowing the web, with all that parents feel,The saintly trust in Heav'n, the patriot's zeal,The aching doubts, that still tenacious windAround the lofty and...
Poems - Post by : 67298 - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3158
Yes! I can suffer, sink with pain,With anguish I can ill sustain;Till not a hope has strength to spring,Till scarce a prayer can lift its wing;Yet in my inmost heart there liesA living fount that will arise,And, of itself, diffuse a balm,A healing and refreshing calm,A pure delight, a cooling glow,Which Hate and Meanness cannot know!Yes! I can faint, and I can fear,The power of petty creatures here,Who trick dark deeds in gay disguise,And weave their web of brooded lies,With so few threads made smooth and fair,All seems plain sense and reason there;And yet I would not learn their art,Nor have...
Poems - Post by : martincanada - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 1338
'Tis said, that jealous of a name We all would praise confine,And choke the leading path to fame In our peculiar line.But vainly should detraction preach If once I made it known,The art of pleasing thou would'st teach Acknowledg'd for thy own.(The end)Matilda Betham's poem: To The Late Lady Rouse Boughton - Vignette 12...
Poems - Post by : Jerry_McGough - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 2257
Go forth, my voice, through the wild air, In the lone stillness of the night, Beneath the cold moon's pale blue light;Seek Eugenia, and declare,As warmth and promise lurk belowA waste of lifeless, drifted snow;So, while my lips inertly move, While many heavy fetters bind, And press upon my languid mind,Oh! tell her not to doubt my love!Affection still her hold shall keep,Although her weary servants sleep.Friendship to me is like a flower, Yielding a balm for human woe, I less than ever could forego;More prized, more needed every hour!Perchance it dies for want of...
Poems - Post by : Londoner - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 1785
And didst thou think that worldly artWould mould anew this shrinking heart?No! as a bird, by storms opprest,Is sheltered in its silent nest,I nurse and soothe it in the strife,Screen from the bleakest airs of life,And bring it all that once you knew,As kind, as timid, and as true!But how could I so foolish be,As not to feel a doubt of thee?--This joy to find me still the sameTakes from my lip the power to blame;Else, but forgive me, else I findA mist has stolen o'er thy mind,And veil'd my prospect; dimm'd that lightWhich once was warm, and clear, and bright.(The...
Poems - Post by : RichardGrady - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 1394
SONNET. I am unskill'd in speech: my tongue is slowThe graceful courtesies of life to pay;To deck kind meanings up in trim array, Keeping the mind's soft tone: words such as flow From Complaisance, when she alone inspires! And Caution, with a care that never tires,Marshals each tribe of thoughts in such a way That all are ready for their needful task, The moment the occasion comes to ask,All prompt to hear, to answer and obey;When mine, undisciplin'd, their cause betray, By coward falterings, or rebellious zeal!--And Art, though subtle, though sublime thy sway,...
Poems - Post by : perry - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3364
The Spanish Lady's Farewell, 1809.Manuel, I do not shed a tear, Our parting to delay!I dare not listen to my fear! I dare not bid thee stay!The heart may shrink, the spirit fail, But Spaniards must be free;And pride and duty shall prevail O'er all my love for thee!Then go! and round that gallant head, Like banners in the air,Shall float full many a daring hope, And many a tender prayer!Should freedom perish--at thy death, 'T'were folly to repine--And I should every feeling lose, Except the wish for mine!But if the destiny of...
Poems - Post by : jroby614 - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 1480
Come, Magdalen, and bind my hair, And put me on my sad array;I to my father's house repair, And hear his final doom to-day.But wrap me in that cypress veil; At first his eye I would not brave,'Till he shall bid the mourner hail, And knows I come from Edwin's grave.I, late his boast, his heir, his pride, Must like a guilty vassal kneel;I, who was gallant Edwin's bride, Must to my widow'd state appeal!Closely within my heart must keep His praise for whom that heart is riv'n,And let each fond resentment sleep,...
Poems - Post by : ladylove - Date : August 2011 - Author : Matilda Betham - Read : 3280
Authors
Short Stories
Long Stories
Funny Stories
Love Stories
Stories For Kids
Poems
Essays
Nonfictions
Plays
Folktales
Fairy Tales
Fables
Learning Kitchen
Home
Elegy On Edward Betham (vignette 26)
