An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole (Richard Savage Poems)
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
Methought I roved on shining walks,'Mid odorous groves and wreathed bowers.Where, trembling on their tender stalks,Fresh op'ning bloom'd the early ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground;Whilst all were mov'd, who their Attention ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
1 ELEMENTAL drifts! How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressing me! As I ebb'd ...
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. ...
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