Anne Hunter Poems

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Ode To The Old Year 1787.

LET courtly bards, in courtly lay,
Invoke the muse on New Year's day,
Prophetic, future times unfold,

A Mermaid’s Song

NOW the dancing sunbeams play
On the green and glassy sea;
Come, and I will lead the way,
Where the pearly treasures be.

To My Daughter

DEAR to my heart as life's warm stream,
Which animates this mortal clay,
For thee I court the waking ...

To The Nightingale.

WHY from these shades, sweet bird of eve,
Art thou to other regions wildly fled?
Thy pensive song would oft my cares relieve,

Winter, A Sonnet

BEHOLD the gloomy tyrant's awful form
Binding the captive earth in icy chains;
His chilling breath sweeps o'er the wat'ry plains,

A Ballad Of The Eighteenth Century

'TWAS at the time the moon's broad shield
Shone 'midst the vaulted skies,
While trembling round, in regal state,
The starry myriads rise.

Song 10

O Tuneful voice, I still deplore
Those accents which, tho' heard no more,
Still vibrate on my heart;
In echo's cave I long to dwell,

Epitaph For My Father

OF soul too high to act a dubious part,
With modest talents, and a feeling heart;
While worth and honour our respect shall claim,

Song 12

WHERE the green ivy twining,
Binds round the burn's brow,
I heard a voice complaining
In numbers sad and low.

Song 13

SPRING returns, the flowrets blow;
Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no!
With the dreams of youth she flies,
And like the rose, her emblem, dies.

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