Clifton Grove (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
An Epistle Yes, yes, my friend, I quit the fond pretence To cool reflection, and unbiass'd sense; Your hands have torn away the ...
Thou grave old Time Piece, many a time and oft I've been your debtor for the time of day; And every time ...
Hail to the Man, whom sacred thirst of FameAmongst the stars enroll'd a shining Name!In whose great Soul Apollo fix'd ...
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of menThe happiest he, who, far from public rage,Deep in the vale, with a ...
Died at Hartford, November, 1861.The knot of crape upon yon stately door,And sadness brooding o'er the sun-bright halls,What do they ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
MISFORTUNE'S stings transfix the purest heart,And souls, unknown to guilt, with anguish smart.Not virtue can secure the good man's state,Nor ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. WHERE cliffs arise by winter crown'd,And through dark groves of pine around,Down the deep chasms ...
Pindarum quisquis studet oemulari, &c.I. Pindar is imitable by none;The phoenix Pindar is a vast species alone.Whoe'er but Daedalus with ...
I NEEDS must praise the natural gifts of oneWho praises not himself, nor seeks for praise;Too unambitious for these emulous ...
WARM, generous and young in heart and brain,A wise, ripe scholar of the antique mould,Had he but chosen he might ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Five-and-twenty years have gone Since old William pollexfen Laid his strong bones down in death By his wife Elizabeth In ...
I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan To think that a most unambitious slave, Like thou, shouldst dance and ...
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