Charlotte Dacre

Charlotte Dacre Poems

THE greatest bliss
Is in a kiss—
A kiss of love refin'd,
When springs the soul
...

DEATH.
Lady, lady, come with me,
I am thy true friend;
New and strange sights shalt thou see
...

BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r
Why strays a troubl'd sprite,
That dimly shines in lonely hour
...

YOU tell me that you truly love:
Ah! know you well what love does mean?
Does neither whim nor fancy move
The rapture of your transient dream?
...

This elfin sprite, as ancient legends say,
Was fairy-born; on him they did bestow
The art to lead poor villagers astray,
...

SWEET pillow! on whose down the loveliest fair
That e'er in slumber clos'd her radiant eyes,
Reclines, her wasted spirits to repair,
...

FULL well I know what love does mean,
Full well its force and tyranny,
And captive in love's chains have been
Since first I set my eyes on thee.
...

OH! Thou whose breath empoisons the sweet air,
Whose heart is evil, and whose mind despair;
Whose baleful tongue the fairest fame can blight,
...

AVAUNT thee, soft Eloquence, exquisite harm!
Nor longer thy poison impart,
Nor longer endeavour, thou dangerous charm,
...

10.

HIS ruby cheek made orient crimson pale,
His gelid hair did stiffen in the gale;
Like silv'ry wire it glitter'd in the ray,
...

AH! poor negro Sadi, what sorrows, what anguish
Oppress the lone victim fate dooms for a slave!
...

HOW sadly, sweet seraph, I mourn that I never,
I ne'er was so happy thee living to know!
How sadly I mourn that the time is gone ever!
...

The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among,
The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song,
The moon in dark vapors retir'd;
...

AH, mock not me! for you have never lov'd,
Nor have you e'er, like me, its sorrows prov'd,
Nor have you e'er, like me, its pleasures tasted;
...

BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade;
Blooming Health before her play'd;
Her golden tresses kissed the wind.
Meek Content, with placid mind,
...

How dare you say that still you love?
In truth you'll move my rage,
Or, likelier far, my scorn you'll prove,
...

SINCE to hope for true love is but folly,
And woman's the plaything of man,
My soul sinks in deep melancholy,
Corroding my life's little span
...

As on a rock's stern brow entranc'd I lay,
The deaf'ning surges bursting at my feet,
Light Fancy at my head assum'd the sway,
...

AH! shall th' enamour'd muse recite
Thy vent'rous glories gain'd in fight?
When following fierce the din of war,
...

20.

My Reason for being one Week absent from her.
You ask me why my throbbing breast
Heaves with a rising sigh;
You ask me why the glist'ning tear
...

Charlotte Dacre Biography

Charlotte Dacre (1782–1841) was an English author of Gothic novels. Most references to her today are under the name Charlotte Dacre, but she first wrote under the pseudonym Rosa Matilda, and later adopted a second pseudonym to tease and confuse her critics. Charlotte Dacre was born Charlotte King, and later became Mrs Byrne upon her marriage to Nicholas Byrne in 1806. She was the daughter of John King, born Jacob Rey (c.1753–1824), a moneylender and radical writer well known in London society. Her father divorced her mother, Sara, née Lara, under Jewish law in 1784 before setting up home with the dowager countess of Lanesborough. After the death of his wife, Charlotte Dacre married Nicholas Byrne, with whom she already had three children. He was an editor and future partner of London's The Morning Post newspaper where the author Mary Robinson (poet) was the poetry editor and an influence on a young Charlotte Dacre who began her writing career by contributing poems to the Morning Post under the pseudonym "Rosa Matilda." As a romance novelist, Dacre cast heroines in a way quite different from the norm of the early 19th century that called for ladies of decorum and good taste. Her style was more like that of the male authors of her era, creating aggressive and often physically violent female characters who demonstrate powerful sexual desires and ambition. Dacre usually constructed this behaviour in a way that can be at least in part justified by the actions of others. Of her four major novels, Zofloya is the most well known today, and sold well on its release in 1806; it was translated into both German and French. In this story, a female character stalks, brutally attacks, and then murders a girl whom she sees as a sexual rival. Yet, despite the brutality, the story has its underlying moral messages in that young women are warned against the dangers of lust. In the literary world, Charlotte Dacre has remained in virtual obscurity for nearly two centuries. However, her work was admired by some of the literary giants of her day and her novels influenced Percy Shelley who thought highly of her style and creative skills.)

The Best Poem Of Charlotte Dacre

The Kiss

THE greatest bliss
Is in a kiss—
A kiss of love refin'd,
When springs the soul
Without controul,
And blends the bliss with mind.

For if desire
Alone inspire,
The kiss not me can charm;
The eye must beam
With chasten'd gleam
That would my soul disarm.

What fond delight
Does love excite
When sentiment takes part!
The falt'ring sigh,
Voluptuous eye,
And palpitating heart.

Ye fleet too fast—
Sweet moment, last
A little longer mine!
Like Heaven's bow
Ye fade—ye go;
Too tremulously fine!

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