The Boy and the Mantle (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
In Carleile dwelt King Arthur,A prince of passing might;And there maintain'd his Table Round,Beset with many a knight.And there he ...
In Carleile dwelt King Arthur,A prince of passing might;And there maintain'd his Table Round,Beset with many a knight.And there he ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,The dreams of ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
Silvia, let's from the Crowd retire; For, What to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all ...
Grim king of the ghosts, make haste,And bring hither all your train;See how the pale moon does waste,And just now ...
HOW wild is the struggle, how deep is the anguish That preys on my bosom, by fancy refin'd;I feel ...
O thou keen Pow'r, whose radiant eyeCan thousand shadowy forms descry,That cheat corporeal sight;Thou who canst soar above yon spheres,Past ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Silvia, let's from the Crowd retire; For, What to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which ...
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