The Ghost – Book I (Charles Churchill Poems)
With eager search to dart the soul,Curiously vain, from pole to pole,And from the planets' wandering spheresTo extort the number ...
With eager search to dart the soul,Curiously vain, from pole to pole,And from the planets' wandering spheresTo extort the number ...
The maid begins.-Where fam'd Coaspes lavesRich Elam's borders with his sacred waves,Along the fields their tents the shepherds spread,By them ...
At Cleversulzbach in the Underland A hundred and thirteen years did I stand Up on the tower in wind and ...
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
"SWEEP on, ye winds-congenial billows roar, As, lost, I wander on your dubious shore; In sad review each shudd'ring vision ...
Wail, winds of summer, as ye sweep The arching skies; O, let your echoes ...
Ainsi, toujours pouss?s vers de nouveaux rivages, Dans la nuit ?ternelle emport?s sans retour, Ne pourrons-nous jamais sur l'oc?an des ...
Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night;There's grace of song on every lip And every heart is light!But first, ...
And did you knowThat every flake of snowThat forms so highIn the grey winter skyAnd falls so farIs a bright ...
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of ...
Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night; There's grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find. An Unreality ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
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