New Morality (George Canning Poems)
From mental mists to purge a nation's eyes;To animate the weak, unite the wise;To trace the deep infection, that prevadesThe ...
From mental mists to purge a nation's eyes;To animate the weak, unite the wise;To trace the deep infection, that prevadesThe ...
……………….SometimesThe young forgot the lessons they had learnt,And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a PoemPassa ...
O SUMMER! hither bend thy cheerful way,Our clime shall gladly hail thy sway;O! come in all thy flowery pride,With rural ...
For what are we thankful for? For this: For the breath and the sunlight of life For the love ...
Where the dark primeval forests Rise against the western skyAnd "the Father of the Waters" In his strength goes rushing ...
Now Winter is o'er, and sweet Spring is returning,Green buds are expanding to deck ev'ry tree;My BILLY 's return'd! no ...
"OH! bear me to the groves of palm, Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm! And when the noon-tide beams invade, ...
SING, poets, as ye list, of fields, of flowers,Of changing seasons with their brilliant roundOf keen delights, or themes still ...
IN the pride of her beauty a dear one is shining,The year that so gracefully grew by our side:The white ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
I'm sick of embarking in dories Upon an emotional sea. I'm wearied of playing Dolores (A role never written for ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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