Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country (Mark Akenside Poems)
I. 1.How oft shall i surveyThis humble roof, the lawn, the greenwood shade,The vale with sheaves o'erspread,The glassy brook, the ...
I. 1.How oft shall i surveyThis humble roof, the lawn, the greenwood shade,The vale with sheaves o'erspread,The glassy brook, the ...
Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the Muse possest,That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's ...
Let gaudy Mirth, to the blithe Carrol-song,In loose light-measur'd Numbers dance along;Thou, Muse no flow'ry Fancies here display,Nor warble with ...
She's gone! The Beauty of our Isle is fled; Our Joy cut off, the Great MARIA dead. We faint beneath the Stroak ...
Light of the World, and Ruler of the Year,With happy Speed begin Thy great Career;And, as Thou dost thy radiant ...
I.Behold; the Balance in the skySwift on the wintry scale inclines:To earthy caves the Dryads fly,And the bare pastures Pan ...
Is what we owe great William thenForgotten by ungrateful Men?And has His Fame run out its Date,Who snatch'd us from ...
Nobles and Heralds, by your leave,Here lies what once was Matthew Prior,The son of Adam and of Eve;Can Stuart or ...
Nobles and Heralds, by your leave!Here lie the bones of Matthew Prior;A son of Adam and Eve:Let Bourbon or Nassau ...
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,When they are told that grace was said by me;The servants gone to ...
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
These verses appeared with Churchill's name to them in the London Magazine for , and there is no reason ...
WATCHING through the long, dim hours Like statued Mithras, stand ironic towers; Their haughty lines severe by light Are softened ...
(Being a stenographic report of how it sounds fromthe piazza when a dozen boat loads go out on the lakeof ...
AWFUL and stern the rugged entrance low'rsThat leads to Caledonia's last retreats,Where oft in days of yore, contending pow'rsOn the ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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