Helen Maria Williams

(1761 - 15 December 1827 / England)

Helen Maria Williams Poems

1. The Scotch Ballad 1/3/2003
2. Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale Ii 1/3/2003
3. Duncan, An Ode 1/3/2003
4. Queen Mary's Complaint 1/3/2003
5. The Morai 1/3/2003
6. Peruvian Tales: Zilia, Tale Iii 1/3/2003
7. Peruvian Tales: Cora, Tale Vi 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet To Twilight 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet To The White-Bird Of The Tropic 4/15/2010
10. The Charter; 4/15/2010
11. The Complaint Of The Goddess Of The Glaciers To Doctor Darwin 4/15/2010
12. The Linnet And The Cat 4/15/2010
13. The Travellers In Haste; 4/15/2010
14. To A Friend, 4/15/2010
15. To Dr. Moore, 4/15/2010
16. To James Forbes, Esq. 4/15/2010
17. To John Forbes, Esq. 4/15/2010
18. To Mrs. K--, 4/15/2010
19. To The Baron De Humboldt, 4/15/2010
20. Verses Addressed To My Two Nephews 4/15/2010
21. An Epistle To Dr. Moore 4/25/2012
22. Paraphrases From Scripture 4/25/2012
23. An Ode On The Piece 4/25/2012
24. A Song 4/25/2012
25. Hymn Written Among The Alps 4/25/2012
26. Lines Written On The Pillar Erecting To The Memory Of Mr. Barlow 4/25/2012
27. Euphelia 1/3/2003
28. Peruvian Tales: Cora, Tale Iv 1/3/2003
29. An American Tale 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet To Love 4/15/2010
31. Sonnet To Mrs. Bates 4/15/2010
32. Sonnet To Mrs. Siddons 4/15/2010
33. Sonnet To The Calbassia-Tree 4/15/2010
34. Sonnet To The Curlew 4/15/2010
35. Sonnet To The Strawberry 4/15/2010
36. A Hymn 4/15/2010
37. Sonnet To Disappointment 4/15/2010
38. Imitation Of Lines 4/25/2012
39. Hymn, Imitated From The French 4/25/2012
40. Lines Written In An Album 4/25/2012
Best Poem of Helen Maria Williams

The Bastille: A Vision

I.

"Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,
Unvisited by light,
Chill silence dwells with night,
Save where the clanging fetter sounds!
Abyss, where mercy never came,
Nor hope the wretch can find;
Where long inaction wastes the frame,
And half annihilates the mind!


II.

"Stretch'd helpless in this living tomb,
O haste, congenial death!
Seize, seize this ling'ring breath,
And shroud me in unconscious gloom.
BRITAIN ! thy exil'd son no more
Thy blissful vales shall see--
Why did I leave thy hallow'd shore,
Ah, land ador'd, where ...

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The Bastille: A Vision

I.

"Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,
Unvisited by light,
Chill silence dwells with night,
Save where the clanging fetter sounds!
Abyss, where mercy never came,
Nor hope the wretch can find;
Where long inaction wastes the frame,

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