The Lion Hunt (Thomas Pringle Poems)
Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!Call our friends to the field -- for the Lion ...
Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!Call our friends to the field -- for the Lion ...
SO bright the sun puts forth his glorious beams,So fair the field beneath his lustre gleams,So soft the south wind ...
In days of yore a lovely country maidRang'd o'er these lands, and thro' these forests stray'd;Modest her pleasures, matchless was ...
Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd,Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream,Border'd, each bank, with ...
The Wooden Dog and the China CatFace to face in the doll-house sat,And they picked a quarrel that grew and ...
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramblepricked and the green threadnibbled away, the petal fell, fallinguntil the only flower was ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
IWith love exceeding a simple love of the thingsThat glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;Or change their perch ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
RecitativeLet clownish Cymon, in fond rustic strains,To lovely Iphigene declare his pains;Let tink'ring Tom for dustcart Sylvia pine,I sing St. ...
WAFT , Halcyon pow'r, thy gentle gales In murmurs through the mellowing air;Come, strew with cheerful green the vales, ...
(Romans 5:14. Who is the Figure of Him that was to Come)Like to the marigold, I blushing closeMy golden blossoms ...
When Grandmother Polly had married and gone, But ...
WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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