harolds - Popular Poems and stories from category

To Ianthe:
Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
Not in those visions to the heart

I
Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child
Ada
sole daughter of my house and heart

I
Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven
-but thou, alas
Didst never yet one mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom