Blenheim (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
August 13: 1704 Oft hast thou acted thy part, My country, worthily thee! Lifted ...
August 13: 1704 Oft hast thou acted thy part, My country, worthily thee! Lifted ...
"SWEEP on, ye winds-congenial billows roar, As, lost, I wander on your dubious shore; In sad review each shudd'ring vision ...
"What strength! what strife! what rude unrest! What shocks! what half-shaped armies met! A mighty nation moving west, With all ...
TRANSPIERC'D with many a streaming wound, The Negro lay, invoking death :His blood o'erflowe'd the reeking ground He, gasping, ...
Yes ! I answered you last night ; " No !" this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen ...
"The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine To the bleak coast of some unfriendly ...
Still onward goes the barque- the tideBears it along where breakers foam and roar,And oaks unbending, riven, line the shore;Dense ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
A full-fledged gun cannot endure The trifling of an amateur; Poor marksmanship its temper spoils And this is why the ...
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine To the bleak coast of some unfriendly isle, Cold, barren, desart, where no ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
AH! think no more that Life's delusive joys, Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP'S dearer claim; Or wound a heart, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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