Madeleine Quinn's Poems Page #6

Here's the list of poems submitted by Madeleine Quinn — There are currently 336 poems total — keep up the great work!

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Alteration My heart hath turned aside From its early dreams ; To me their course has been Like mountain streams. Bright and pure they left Their place of birth ; Soon on every wave Came taints of... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	337 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
Small Miseries Life's smallest miseries are, perhaps, its worst : Great sufferings have great strength : there is a pride In the bold energy that braves the worst, And bears proud in the bearing ; but the heart Consumes with those small sorrows, and small... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	332 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
The Coronation What memories haunt the venerable pile ! It is the mighty treasury of the past, Where England garners up her glorious dead. The ancient chivalry are sleeping there — Men who sought out the Turk in Palestine, And laid the crescent low before the... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	107 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
The Coquette She danced upon the waters, Beneath the morning sun, Of all old Ocean’s daughters The very fairest one. An azure zone comprest her Round her white and slender side, For her gallant crew had drest her Like a beauty and a... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	112 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
The River of the Water of Life [Pilgrim's... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	115 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
St. Mawgan Church and Lanhern Nunnery, Cornwall The old Mansion of Lanhern belonged to the Lords Arundell, of Wardour. It was given in 1794 by Henry Eighth, Lord Arundell, as an asylum for a convent of English Theresian nuns, who had migrated from Antwerp, in consequence of the invasion of the... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	78 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
The Orphan Ballad Singers O, WEARY, weary are our feet, And weary, weary is our way ; Through many a long and crowded street We’ve wandered mournfully to-day. My little sister she is pale; She is too tender and too young To bear the autumn’s sullen gale, ... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	66 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
Honister Crag, Cumberland In this wild and picturesque glen a skirmish took place between the Elliotts and the Graemes, in which the young leader of the Scottish clan was slain, though his party were victorious. They buried him in an opening on the hillside ; and every... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	92 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
Hindoo and Mahommedan Buildings THE Engraving represents a splendid sculptured Portico of a Temple dedicated to Mahadeo, at Moondheyra in Guzerat. This elaborate and magnificent specimen of the best age of Hindoo architecture, has been in ruins since the invasion of Alla o Deen,... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	133 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
Sassoor, in the Deccan THE plate represents a temple to Mahadeo, surrounded by inferior shrines. The Hindoos usually place some religious building at the confluence of two streams : and when the accompanying view was taken, there were some cultivated gardens, and groves... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	78 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
Etty's Rover Thou lovely and thou happy child, Ah, how I envy thee ! I should be glad to change our state, If such a thing might be. And yet it is a lingering joy To watch a thing so fair, To think that in our weary life Such pleasant moments... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	91 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
The Avenger It is customary among many of the Arab tribes, when a chief is slain, to preserve his sandals, which are given to his son or nearest kinsman when of age, to avenge his... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	47 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
The Slave Ship No surge was on the sea, No cloud was on the day, When the ship spread her white wings, Like a sea-bird on her way. Ocean lay bright before, The shore lay green behind, And a breath of spice and balm Came on the landward... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	122 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
Introduction (Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1835) 1. AND has my heart enough of song To give these pictured lines The poetry that must belong To what such art designs? The landscape, and the ruined tower, The temple’s stately brow — Methinks I never felt their power As I am feeling now. 2.... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	73 Views added 7 years ago	Rating
The Visionary I Pray thee do not speak to me As you are speaking now, It brings the colour to my check, The shadow to my... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	57 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
Coniston Water Thou lone and lovely water, would I were A dweller by thy deepest solitude ! How weary am I of my present life, Its falsehoods, and its fantasies—its noise, And the unkindly hurry of the crowd, ’Mid whom my days are numbered! I would watch The... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	138 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
The Missionary It is a glorious task to seek, Where misery droops the patient head : Where tears are on the widow’s cheek, Where weeps the mourner o’er the... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	91 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
Preston In the year 1715, the friends of the Pretender were defeated here by the forces of George the First, under the command of Generals Willis and Carpenter. Having been joined by disaffected people, great numbers of them were made prisoners, brought to... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	91 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
Shuhur, Jeypore A LONELY grave, far from all kindred ties; Lonely like life, and that was past afar From friends and home. 'Tis well that youth has hopes That gladden with the future present hours ; Or else how sorrowful would seem the time Which parts the young... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	127 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
Honours - Part2 conclusion Bereft of heaven, and of the long-loved page Wrought us by some who thought with death to cope. Despairing comforters, from age to age Sowing the seeds of... – *by Jean Ingelow*	66 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
Honours - Part2 (The Answer.) As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his way Too wide for leaping, and too steeply faced For climber to... – *by Jean Ingelow*	46 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
The Wishing Gate Wishes, no ! I have not one, Hope’s sweet toil with me is done ; One by one have flitted by, All the rainbows of the sky. Not a star could now unfold Aught I once wished to be told. What have I to seek of thee? Not a wish remains for... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	130 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
Airey Force Aye, underneath yon shadowy side, I could be fain to fix my home; Where dashes down the torrent’s pride, In sparkling wave, and silver... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	80 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
A Legend of Teignmouth A STORY of the olden time, when hearts Wore truer faith than now—a carved stone Is in a little ancient church which stands Mid yonder trees, ’tis now almost defaced ; But careful eye may trace the mould’ring lines, And kind tradition has... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	168 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
The Dancing Girl A light and joyous figure, one that seems As if the air were her own element ; Begirt with cheerful thoughts, and bringing back Old days, when nymphs upon Arcadian plains Made musical the wind, and in the sun Flash’d their bright cymbals and... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	114 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
John Kemble O ! GLORIOUS triumph, thus to sway at will All feelings in our nature ; thus to work The springs of sympathy, the mines of thought, And all the deep emotions of the heart. To colour the fine paintings of the mind, And bid them move and breathe.... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	128 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
The Improvisatrice - I (Florence) I am a daughter of that land, Where the poet’s lip and the painter’s hand Are most divine, —where the earth and sky, Are picture both and poetry— I am of Florence. ’Mid the chill Of hope and feeling, oh! I still Am proud to think to where I owe My... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	283 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
"The Scroll" The maiden's cheek blush'd ruby bright. And her heart beat quick with its own delight; Again she should dwell on those vows so dear. Almost as if her lover were near. Little deemed she that letter would tell How that true lover fought and fell. The... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	253 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
The Pilgrim (And Palmer, grey Palmer, by Galilee's wave.) And Palmer, grey Palmer, by Galilee's wave. Oh! saw you Count Albert, the gentle and brave. When the crescent waxed faint, and the red cross rushed on, Oh! saw you him foremost on Mount Lebanon. * * * * ... – by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	79 Views added 8 years ago	Rating
The Troubadour. Canto 4 E (Reunion) AND praise rang forth, the prize is won, Young minstrel, thou hast equal none! They led him to the lady's seat, And knelt he down at EVA'S feet; She bent his victor brow to deck, And, fainting, sunk upon his neck! The cap and plume aside were... – *by Letitia Elizabeth Landon*	131 Views added 8 years ago	Rating