Envy, A Poem (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
"YE nations of Europe! arising to war, And scorning submission to tyranny's might Oh! follow the track of my bright ...
I. O Keeper of the Sacred Key,And the Great Seal of Destiny,Whose eye is the blue canopy,Look down upon the ...
MANY at morning, as men have told me,warriors gathered the gift-hall round,folk-leaders faring from far and near,o'er wide-stretch ed ways, ...
The sea has left the strand- In their deep sapphire cup The waves lie gathered up, Off ...
TO ARES. I.Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near ...
THEN sank they to sleep. With sorrow one boughthis rest of the evening, — as ofttime had happenedwhen Grendel guarded ...
There was heard the sound of a coming foe,There was sent through Britain a bended Bow,And a voice was pour'd ...
"HOW small a tooth hath mined the season's heart! How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire, Until ...
Bright as the speckled salmon of the wave! Dubh-Ghiola ! panic of the branded brave; With thee would I combine, ...
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...
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