Potential Titles: Mrs. L. [Lydia] H. Sigourney

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Whose plot unfolding agoniz'd the world - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Sprang inventive from a daring mind - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

To snatch the sceptre and to bind the yoke - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Where dauntless nerve and intellect combined - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Gave birth to deeds that language fails to name - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Trac'd o'er the earth his desolating tread - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Look'd scornful down on Alexander's might - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Planted minions in his smile to reign - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Loaded monarchs with his vassal chain - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

A milder sentence on the tyrant's crime - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

That burning Moscow's memory there may sleep - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

His reeking hecatombs of slaughter'd dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

The dread requital of the falsely great - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"

Adorn'd with nature's brightest dyes - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Butterfly in a School Room"

Heed approaching winter's want - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Butterfly in a School Room"

Domes with wealth and splendour fraught - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Childhood's Piety"

Bathed the ruthless scythe with a forgiving fragrance - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Who in earlier days sought refuge here - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Free to strike the sweet harp of the secret soul - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

With the murmuring swell of stranger waters - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Where bigot zeal should find no place - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Huguenot Fort"

Tinging the retina with rays from sky - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Made the moving lip a harp-string for the thought - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Might trace the tablet of the mind - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Through Bastile-bars it sought communion with the free - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Laura Bridgman"

Affections round its roots with ardour cling - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Life"

Blindly lost in folly's maze - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Life"

Take her cordial for your cares - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "May Morning"

Cull the charms that never cloy - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "May Morning"

Wreathes of hope in darkness laid - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The New Year"

Their undeclining circles drew - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"

Yet still thy bloodless heart doth beat - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"

Though summon'd to a lone retreat - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Old Watch"

The chain of fate by which her limbs are pressed - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Orphan"

Old foundations where the baleful passions sleep - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

And turns the roots of the riven flowers - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

The loaded wains with their burdens of the dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

They reap with murderous sickle - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

Till the screaming vulture whets his beak - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

And the gaunt hyena prowls at night - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

Overflowing crop of crime, and woe, and pride - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"

And meet you at the bar of doom - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "To a Pupil Leaving School"

Waft not to me the blast of fame - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

Gives the name of slaughter, and of misery - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

Boast not so much of honour's sword - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

That strive to drown the voice of pain - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

The fickle crowd rejoicing o'er their brethren slain - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

Sighs o'er the lost solace of her heart - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Victory"

While famine and pestilence stalk'd in thy train - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The War-Spirit"

The realm of perdition engraveth thy name - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The War-Spirit"

Strong legions of madness and pride - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The War-Spirit"


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