Devon’s Poly-Obion (Joanna Baillie Poems)
FIRST of Devon's thousand streams--(Beside whose banks no poet dreams,Since to her praise old Drayton fram'dHis pastoral reed, yet scarcely ...
FIRST of Devon's thousand streams--(Beside whose banks no poet dreams,Since to her praise old Drayton fram'dHis pastoral reed, yet scarcely ...
IF HE WOULD BUT DAREI stood, unseen, within a sumptous room,Where one clothed all in white sat silently.So sweet his ...
Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the streamThat skirts the ...
Written For Mr. Bryant's Seventieth BirthdayOur ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, Her rudder gone, her mainmast o'er the side;Her ...
Four years!--and didst thou stay aboveThe ground, which hides thee now, but four?And all that life, and all that love,Were ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
Six score there were, six score and ten, From Hald that rode that day;And when they came to Brattingsborg They ...
Beneath my window in a city street A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim And only half believed: the ...
Souvent sur la montagne, ? l'ombre du vieux ch?ne, Au coucher du soleil, tristement je m'assieds; Je prom?ne au hasard ...
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone, Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:-- ...
IAn English heart, my commandant,A soldier's eye you have, awakeTo right and left; with looks askantOn bulwarks not of adamant,Where ...
To Arms! the maddening bugles call; Make ready-ready for the fray.Be true to Britain, one and all, We ...
Morn, and a world of wonder! Oh, the timeOf winds like trumpet calls, and seas that gleam,And sounding sunlit roads ...
Beneath the couchant lion, grey and grim,We lit upon the last of state romance,The last of chivalrous circumstance;The Champions-each his ...
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Du rouge au vert tout le jaune se meurt Quand chantent les aras dans les forêts natales Abatis de pihis ...
He would leave early and walk slowly As if balancing books On the way to school, already expecting To be ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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