Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
PART I.Oh! that folk wad weel consider What it is to tyne a--name,What this warld is a' thegither, If bereft o' honest ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful springOf ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,And taught'st ...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
WOE to the rich, and mercilessly-proud,Who stops his ears against the beggar's cry!Unheard, unpity'd, he shall cry aloudFrom Hell's abyss, ...
O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hearUnstudy'd ...
Pensive, o'ercome, the Muse hung down her Head,And heard the fatal News,—"The Friend is dead.Dumb, fixt in Sorrow, she forgot ...
To you, Athenians, we again submit;Reward, or punish us, as you think fit.Let Idleness, unpity'd, meet Disgrace;For Idleness, this Year, ...
In days of yore a lovely country maidRang'd o'er these lands, and thro' these forests stray'd;Modest her pleasures, matchless was ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?Must then her name the wretched writer ...
IHow vain is Life! which rightly we compare To flying Posts, that haste away;To Plants, that fade with the declining ...
Their father's blessing on their knees they take,And now to Memphis quick advances make,Where safe arriv'd, but fearful of their ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
A lamentable Song of the Death of King Leir and his Three Daughters. To the tune of When flying Fame.King ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
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