Matilda Betham

(1776-1852 / England)

Matilda Betham Poems

1. A Sailor's Song 10/8/2010
2. Another, 10/8/2010
3. Arthur And Albina 10/8/2010
4. Cantata Dello Stesso 10/8/2010
5. Cantata. Dello Metastaiso 10/8/2010
6. Cen’lin, Prince Of Mercia 10/8/2010
7. Edgar And Ellen 10/8/2010
8. Editha 10/8/2010
9. Elegy On Sophia Graham 10/8/2010
10. Fragment 1 10/8/2010
11. Fragment 2 10/8/2010
12. Fragment 3 10/8/2010
13. Henry, On The Departure Of His Wife From Calcutta 10/8/2010
14. Human Pleasure Or Pain 10/8/2010
15. In A Letter To A.R.C On Her Wishing To Be Called Anna 10/8/2010
16. In Memory Of Mr. Agostino Isola, 10/8/2010
17. Invitation, To J.B.C. 10/8/2010
18. La Fortuna. Dello Stesso 10/8/2010
19. Lines To Mr. Radcliffe, 10/8/2010
20. On A Fan 10/8/2010
21. On A Letter To A.R.C. 10/8/2010
22. On The Regret Of Youth 10/8/2010
23. Philemon 10/8/2010
24. Reflection 10/8/2010
25. Reflections Occasioned By The Death Of Friends 10/8/2010
26. Retrospect Of Youth 10/8/2010
27. Rhapsody 10/8/2010
28. Sonetto. Di Giovanni Della Casa 10/8/2010
29. Song I 10/8/2010
30. Song Ii 10/8/2010
31. Song Iii 10/8/2010
32. Song--Distance From The Place Of Our Nativity 10/8/2010
33. Sonnet I 10/8/2010
34. The Complaint Of Fancy 10/8/2010
35. The Daughter 10/8/2010
36. The Fraternal Duel 10/8/2010
37. The Grandfather's Departure 10/8/2010
38. The Heir 10/8/2010
39. The Lay Of Marie - Canto First 10/8/2010
40. The Lay Of Marie - Canto Fourth 10/8/2010

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Editha

BREATHING the violet-scented gale,
Near to a river's limpid source,
Which, through a wide-extended vale,
Wound slowly on its sleeping course,
Attended by a youthful pair,
With rubied lip and roving eye,
Oft would fair Editha repair,
And let her children wander nigh.

There pleas'd behold their footsteps turn
To each new object in their way,
Their ringlets glittering in the sun,
Their faces careless, blythe, and gay.
Once, when they drest their flaxen hair,
With flow'rets wild of various hue,
And with a proud, exulting air,
To their delighted ...

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Cantata Dello Stesso

Finchè un zeffiro soave
Tien del mar l' ira placata,
Ogni nave
È fortunata,
È felice ogni nocchier;
È ben prova di coraggio
Incontrar l'onde funeste,
Navigar fra le tempeste,
E non perdere il sentier.

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