Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross (Charles Lamb Poems)
Time-mouldering crosses, gemmed with imagery Of costliest work and Gothic tracery,Point still the spot, to hallowed Wedlock dear, Where rested ...
Time-mouldering crosses, gemmed with imagery Of costliest work and Gothic tracery,Point still the spot, to hallowed Wedlock dear, Where rested ...
SWEET , lovely rose! too soon thou'lt die, And wither'd drop upon the ground;Yet though thou dead and prostrate ...
How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets To swaddle infants, whose young breath ...
On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes, Where human nature in vast ruin lies, With pensive mind I search ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Ye poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garrets haste; Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born, Not yet consign'd ...
I do not swear because I am A sweet and sober guy; I cannot vent a single damn However hard ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Fear no more the heat o' the sun; Nor the furious winter's rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home ...
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
"Fate snatch'd him early to the pitying sky." - POPE. IF WORTH, too early to the grave consign'd, Can claim ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her) Think not I have not heard. Well-fanged the ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
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