Vision Of Columbus – Book 8 (Joel Barlow Poems)
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,Veil'd the wide world-when sudden shades of nightMove o'er the ethereal vault; the ...
Poems about sceptics (15 Poems)
The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius : Book I. (James Beattie Poems)
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. I. (Hunger – Imprecation) (Henry Baker Poems)
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
Poetry And Reality (Jane Taylor Poems)
THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,With all his might pursuing fame or gold,And towards that goal too vehemently hurledTo ...
The Ladle. A Tale (Matthew Prior Poems)
The Sceptics think 'twas long agoSince gods came down incognitoTo see who were their friends or foes,And how our actions ...
Harvest-Home (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
A Threnody (George T Lanigan Poems)
The Ahkoond of Swat is dead.-London Papers WHAT, what, what,What 's the news from Swat? Sad news, Bad news,Comes by the cable led ...
Pax Vobiscum (Thomas Bracken Poems)
IN a forest, far away,One small creeklet, day by day,Murmurs only this sad lay:'Peace be with thee, Lilian.'One old box-tree ...
Rev. Dr. F. W. Hatch, (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
Died at Sacramento, California, January 16th, 1860, aged 70.A pleasant theme it is to think of himThat parted friend, whose ...
The Unimaginativ (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Each form of beauty's but the new disguiseOf thoughts more beautiful than forms can be:Sceptics, who search with unanointed eyes,Never ...
The Conference (Charles Churchill Poems)
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,When they are told that grace was said by me;The servants gone to ...
The Graveyard Rabbit (Frank Lebby Stanton Poems)
In the white moonlight, where the willow waves, He halfway gallops among the graves- A tiny ghost in the gloom ...
The Doubt (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
HOW wild is the struggle, how deep is the anguish That preys on my bosom, by fancy refin'd;I feel ...
Does the name toll a bell? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
M’Fingal – Canto IV (John Trumbull Poems)
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...