Poet
Seba Smith
1792–1868
English
- The Mother Perishing in a Snowstorm
- A Choice of Life
- A stout and trusty guard was placed
- And now this land is ours again
- And pale disease began to spread
- And still with sad and anxious thought
- And well might English hearts beat high
- Brother, a mist is round my head
- But glancing round upon his men
- But one sweet floweret flourish’d there
- Come hither, child,’ the monarch said
- Compassion lit its gentle fires
- Deep in a sea of waving wood
- Here paused the sage, and waved his hand
- Mild was the air, and the setting rays
- Ode to Chesapeake Bay
- Of all the knights of England
- Oh, do not say thou must be gone
- Proem
- Sir John had led him by the hair
- Sir John the painted idol took
- Soon as the morning sun was seen
- Temples that shield from vulgar sight
- The Burning Ship at Sea
- The Lean Old Man
- The monarch rested from his toils
- The sacred weed is in his hand
- The time-spared oak, that lifts its head
- Then Powhatan, to sooth to rest
- Then through that long and mystic reed
- Thus spoke Pamunky’s wily king
- We ran to rescue, but in vain
- What tidings, brave Pamunky’s king
- When lo! the solemn man comes forth
- When morning came, the sun look’d down
- Whether weal or wo betide