To Everlasting Oblivion (John Marston Poems)
THOU mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant,Deride me not, though I seem petulantTo fall into thy chops. Let others prayForever their fair ...
THOU mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant,Deride me not, though I seem petulantTo fall into thy chops. Let others prayForever their fair ...
OFT have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to common folk ...
OF Neptune's empire let us sing,At whose command the waves obey;To whom the rivers tribute pay,Down the high mountains sliding:To ...
(Founded Quebec, 1608)WISE Colonist who in this storied place,With wisdom prescient of thy pregnant deed,Cast forth the sparsate grains of ...
Twain that were foes, while Mary lived, are fled;One laurel-crowned abides in heaven, and oneBeneath the earth has fared, a ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),My figured descant ...
Wellington.HERE, where the surges of a world of seaBreak on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep,Four fair young queens their ...
IThe heart you hold too small and local thing,Such spacious terms of edifice to bear.And ...
I It is a little isle amid bleak seas-An isolate realm of garden, circled roundBy importunity of stress and ...
I am shut out of mine own heartbecause my love is far from me,nor in the wonders have I partthat ...
Muses that sing love's sensual empery, And lovers kindling your enraged fires At Cupid's bonfires burning in the ...
ENTHRONED above the sages and the saints. Above all kings that e'er had empery, And wielded sceptres over land and ...
727Precious to Me-She still shall be-Though She forget the name I bear-The fashion of the Gown I wear-The very Color ...
Precious to Me -- She still shall be -- Though She forget the name I bear -- The fashion of ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
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