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To Melancholy To Melancholy

To Melancholy
To thy unhappy courts a lonely guest I come, corroding Melancholy ,Sequester'd from the world, this woe-worn breast May yet indulge a solitary tear!For what should cheer the wretch's struggling heart; What lead him thro' misfortunes gloomy shades;When retrospection wings her keenest dart, And hope's dim land in misery's ocean fades?Adieu, for ever! visionary joys, Delusive shadows of a short-liv'd hour;The rod of woe invincible, destroys The light, the fairy fabric of your pow'r!How short of bliss the sublunary reign,How long the clouded days of misery and pain!(The end)Thomas Gent's poem: To Melancholy... Poems - Post by : MisterEd - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 2523

To --------- (in Vain, Sweet Maid! For Me You Bring) To --------- (in Vain, Sweet Maid! For Me You Bring)

To --------- (in Vain, Sweet Maid! For Me You Bring)
In vain, sweet Maid! for me you bringThe first-blown blossoms of the spring;My tearful cheek you wipe in vain,And bid its pale rose bloom again.In vain! unconscious, did I say?Oh! you alone these tears can stay:Alone, the pale rose can renew,Whose sunshine is a smile for you.Yet not in friendship's smile it lives;Too cold the gifts that friendship gives:The beam that warms a winter's day,Plays coldly in the lap of may.You bid my sad heart cease to swell;But will you, if its tale I tell,Nor turn away, nor frown the while,But smile, as you were wont to smile?Then bring me not... Poems - Post by : rock78230 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 2367

Lines Delivered After...a Play At A Young Ladies' Boarding School Lines Delivered After...a Play At A Young Ladies' Boarding School

Lines Delivered After...a Play At A Young Ladies' Boarding School
LINES DELIVERED AFTER THE REPRESENTATION OF A PLAY AT A YOUNG LADIES' BOARDING SCHOOL.When first the infant bird attempts to fly,And cautious spreads its pinions to the sky,Each happy breeze the timid trav'ller cheers,Assists its efforts, and allays its fears;Return'd--how pleas'd it views the shelt'ring nestFrom which it rose, with doubt and fear oppress'd.Like this, is ours; this night we ventur'd outOn juv'nile wing, appall'd by many a doubt,Cheer'd by your sanction, every peril o'er,With joy we hail this welcome, friendly shore:Our little band, ambitious now to raiseA pleasing off'ring for your wreath of praiseOn them bestow'd, depute me here to... Poems - Post by : jbintcorp - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 3117

In The Manner Of The Moderns In The Manner Of The Moderns

In The Manner Of The Moderns
Meek Maid! that sitting on yon lofty tower, View'st the calm floods that wildly beat below,Be off!--yon sunbeam veils a heavy shower, Which sets my heart with joy a aching, oh!For why, O maid, with locks of jetty flax, Should grief convulse my heart with joyful knocks?It is but reasonable you should ax, Because it soundeth like a paradox.Hear, then, bright virgin! if the rain comes down, 'Twill wet the roads, and spoil my morning ride;But it will also spoil thy bran-new gown, And therefore cure thee of thy cursed pride.Moral--this sonnet, if well understood,Shows... Poems - Post by : marcha - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1611

Address To Albion Address To Albion

Address To Albion
To thee, O Albion! be the tribute paid Which sympathy demands, the patriot tear;While echo'd forth to thy remotest shade, Rebellion's menace sounds in every ear.Though Gallia's vaunts should fill the trembling skies, 'Till nature's undiscover'd regions startAt the rude clamor;--yet, shouldst thou despise, While thy brave subjects own a common heart.But lo! fresh streaming from the Hibernian(*) height Her own red torrent wild-eyed faction pours;While, 'mid her falling ranks, ignobly great, Loud vengeance raves, and desperation scours.Denouncing murderous strife, the rebel train Wave their red ensigns of inhuman hateO'er every hamlet, every peaceful... Poems - Post by : JKinakin - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 2605

To A Lyre To A Lyre

To A Lyre
Friend of the lonely hour, from thy lov'd strain The magic pow'r of pleasure have I known:Awhile I lose remembrance of my pain, And seem to taste of joys that long had flown.When o'er my suffering soul reflection casts The gloom of sorrow's sable-shadowing veil,Recalling sad misfortunes chilling blasts-- How sweet to thee to tell the mournful tale!And tho' denied to me the strings to move Like heavenly-gifted bards, to whom belongThe power to melt the yielding soul to love, Or wake to war, with energetic song.Yet thou, my Lyre, canst cheer the gloomy hour,... Poems - Post by : titusmarketing - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 2465

Ye Fates! Who Sternly Point On Sorrow's Chart Ye Fates! Who Sternly Point On Sorrow's Chart

Ye Fates! Who Sternly Point On Sorrow's Chart
Ye fates! who sternly point on sorrow's chart The line of pain a wretch must still pursue,To end the struggles of a bleeding heart, And grace the triumph misery owes to youHow poor your pow'r!--where fortitude, serene, But smiling views the glimmering taper shine;Time soon shall dim, and close the wearied scene, Bestowing solace e'en on woes like mine.Ah! stop your course--too long I've felt your chain, Too long the feeble influence of its pow'r;The heir of grief may fall in love with pain, And worst-misfortune feel the tranquil hour.Hail, fortitude! blest friend life's ills... Poems - Post by : mnixon - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1195

The Complaint The Complaint

The Complaint
Ah! this wild desolated spot, Calls forth the plaintive tear;Remembrance paints my little cot, Which once did flourish here.No more the early lark and thrush Shall hail the rising day,Nor warble on their native bush, Nor charm me with their lay.No more the foliage of the oak Shall spread its wonted shade;Now fell'd beneath the hostile stroke Of red destruction's blade.Beneath its bloom when summer smil'd, How oft the rural trainThe lingering hours with tales beguil'd, Or danc'd to Colin's strain.And, when Aurora with the dawn Dispell'd the midnight shade,Her flocks to... Poems - Post by : jimmyboyd - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1864

To ------------ (thou Bud Of Early Promise, May The Rose) To ------------ (thou Bud Of Early Promise, May The Rose)

To ------------ (thou Bud Of Early Promise, May The Rose)
Thou bud of early promise, may the rose Which time, methinks, will rear in envied bloom,By friendship nurs'd, its grateful sweets disclose, Nor e'er be nipt in life's disast'rous gloom.For much thou ow'st to him whose studious mind Rear'd thy young years, and all thy wants supplied;Whose every precept breath'd affection kind, And to the friend's, a father's love allied.Oh! how 'twill glad him in life's evening day, To see that mind, parental care adorn'd,With grateful love the debt immense repay, And realize each hope affection form'd.The deed be thine--'twill many a care assuage,Exalt thy... Poems - Post by : Alessia - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 964

Lines Written On Seeing The Children Of The Naval Asylum Lines Written On Seeing The Children Of The Naval Asylum

Lines Written On Seeing The Children Of The Naval Asylum
LINES WRITTEN ON SEEING THE CHILDREN OF THE NAVAL ASYLUM.(*)Sons of Renown! ye heirs of matchless fame, Whose Sires in Glory's path victorious fell;Adding new honors to the British name, That future ages shall with transport tell.Yet not unpity'd nor forgot they die, For gen'rous Britons to their mem'ry raise;A tribute will their children's wants supply, A living monument of grateful praise.To the sad mother, who, in speechless grief, Mourn'd o'er her infant's unprotected state,Benignant charity affords relief, And bids her bosom glow, with joy elate.Great your reward who thus impassion'd move, By nature... Poems - Post by : mchris10587 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1408

Lines, To The Memory Of A Lady Lines, To The Memory Of A Lady

Lines, To The Memory Of A Lady
Bring the sad cypress wreath to grace the tomb, Where rests the liberal friend of human kind,Around its base let deathless flow'rets bloom, Wet with the off'rings of the grateful mind.Firm was thy friendship, ardent, and sincere; Gen'rous thy soul, to ev'ry suff'rer prov'd:Rest, sainted shade! blest with the heart-felt tear, On earth lamented, and in heaven belov'd.Now will the widow weep that thou art gone, Who oft her unprotected babes hast fed:While tottering age shall heave the sigh forlorn, As slow they move to beg their bitter bread.Long shall the memory of thy worth... Poems - Post by : tom_mi - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1363

Stanzas, Written Impromtu On The Late Peace Stanzas, Written Impromtu On The Late Peace

Stanzas, Written Impromtu On The Late Peace
"Why, there's Peace, Jack, come damme let's push round the grog,And awhile altogether in good humor jog, For they say we shall soon go ashore;Where the anchor of friendship may drift or be lost,As on life's troubled ocean at random we're tost, And, perhaps, we may never meet more."Thus spoke Tom; while each messmate approvingly heardThat the contest was ended, their courage ne'er fear'd, And soon Peace would restore them to love;And the hearts by wrongs rous'd, that no fear could assuage,At Humanity's shrine dropt the thunder of rage, And the Lion resign'd to the Dove!Heaven smil'd... Poems - Post by : software - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 2432

To A Bee (burlesque Sonnet) To A Bee (burlesque Sonnet)

To A Bee (burlesque Sonnet)
Sweet Insect! that on two small wings doth fly, And, flying, carry on those wings yourself;Methinks I see you, looking from your eye, As tho' you thought the world a wicked elf.Offspring of summer! brimstone is thy foe; And when it kills ye, soon you lose your breath:They rob your honey; but don't let you go, Thou harmless victim of ambitious death!How sweet is honey! coming from the Bee; Sweeter than sugar, in the lump or not:And, as we get this honey all from thee, Child of the hive! thou shalt not be forgot.So when... Poems - Post by : 1000asale.com - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1936

Oh! Never Will I Leave My Love Oh! Never Will I Leave My Love

Oh! Never Will I Leave My Love
Oh! never will I leave my love, My captive soul would sigh to stray,Tho' seraph-songs its truth to prove, Call it from earth to heaven to away.For heaven has deign'd on earth to send As rich a gift as it can give;Alas! that mortal bliss must end, For mortal man must cease to live.Yet transient would my sorrows be Should Delia first her breath resign;Sweet Maid! my soul would follow thee, For never can it part from thine.(The end)Thomas Gent's poem: Oh! Never Will I Leave My Love... Poems - Post by : rbsimonson - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1869

To ------ (o Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue) To ------ (o Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue)

To ------ (o Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue)
O Nymph! with cheeks of roseate hue,Whose eyes are violets bath'd in dew,So liquid, languishing, and blue, How they bewitch me!Thy bosom hath a magic spell,For when its full orbs heave and swell,I feel--but, oh! I must not tell, Lord! how they twitch me!(The end)Thomas Gent's poem: To ------ (O Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue)... Poems - Post by : JBSikes - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 2718

Invocation To Sleep Invocation To Sleep

Invocation To Sleep
Come, gentle sleep! thou soft restorer, come, And close these wearied eyes, by grief oppress'd;For one short hour, be this thy peaceful home, And bid the sighs that rend my bosom rest.Depriv'd of thee, at midnight's awful hour, Oft have I listen'd to the angry wind;While busy memory, with tyrant pow'r, Would picture faded joys, or friends unkind.Or tell of her who rear'd my helpless years, But torn away, ere yet I knew her worth;How oft, tho' nature still the thought endears, Has my worn bosom heav'd its tribute forth.Come, then, soft pow'r, whose balmy... Poems - Post by : Bluebell_Data - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 2321

Bertram And Anna Bertram And Anna

Bertram And Anna
Stranger! if thou e'er did'st love, If nature in thy bosom glows,A Minstrel, rude, may haply move, Thine heart to sigh for Anna's woes.Lo! beneath the humble tomb, Obscure the luckless maiden sleeps;Round it pity's flowerets bloom, O'er it memory fondly weeps.And ever be the tribute paid! The warm heart's sympathetic flow:Richer by far, ill-fated maid! Than all the shadowy pomp of woe.The shadowy pomp to thee denied. While pity bade thy spirit rest:While superstition scowl'd beside, And vainly bade it not be blest.Ah! could I with unerring truth, Inspir'd by memory's... Poems - Post by : RickRaddatz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 880

Prologue, To Public Readings At A Young Gentlemen's Academy Prologue, To Public Readings At A Young Gentlemen's Academy

Prologue, To Public Readings At A Young Gentlemen's Academy
Once more we venture here, to prove our worth,And ask indulgence kind, to tempt us forth:Seek not perfection from our essays green,That, in man's noblest works, has never been,Nor is, nor e'er will be; a work exemptFrom fault to form, as well might man attemptT'explore the vast infinity of space,Or fix mechanic boundaries to grace.Hard is the finish'd Speaker's task; what thenMust be our danger, to pursue the penOf the 'rapt Bard, through all his varied turns,Where joy extatic smiles, or sorrow mourns?Where Richard's soul, red in the murtherous lave,Shrinks from the night-yawn'd tenants of the grave,While coward conscience still affrights... Poems - Post by : marrion - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 3097

Thoughts On Peace Thoughts On Peace

Thoughts On Peace
Still e'er that shrine defiance rears its head,Which rolls in sullen murmurs o'er the dead,That shrine which conquest, as it stems the flood.Too often tinges deep with human blood;Still o'er the land stern devastation reigns,Its giant mountains, and its spreading plains,Where the dark pines, their heads all gloomy, wave,Or rushing cataracts, loud-sounding, laveThe precipice, whose brow with awful prideTow'rs high above, and scorns the foaming tide;The village sweet, the forest stretching far,Groan undistinguish'd, 'midst the shock of war.There, the rack'd matron sees her son expire,There, clasps the infant son his murder'd sire,While the sad virgin on her lover's face,Weeps, with the... Poems - Post by : snakeman - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1810

To The Reviewers To The Reviewers

To The Reviewers
Oh! ye, enthroned in presidential awe,To give the song-smit generation law;Who wield Apollo's delegated rod,And shake Parnassus with your sovereign nod;A pensive Pilgrim, worn with base turmoils,Plebeian cares, and mercenary toils,Implores your pity, while with footsteps rude,He dares within the mountain's pale intrude;For, oh! enchantment through its empire dwells.And rules the spirit with Lethean spells;By hands unseen aerial harps are hung,And Spring, like Hebe, ever fair and young,On her broad bosom rears the laughing Loves,And breathes bland incense through the warbling groves;Spontaneous, bids unfading blossoms blow,And nectar'd streams mellifluously flow.There, while the Muses wanton unconfined,And wreaths resplendent round their temples bind,'Tis... Poems - Post by : foderalf - Date : September 2011 - Author : Thomas Gent - Read : 1973