Charles Churchill Poems on Man (15 Poems)

The Duellist – Book I (Charles Churchill Poems)

The clock struck twelve; o’er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if in fear he trod,Gentle as dews at even-tide,Distill’d his poppies far and wide. Ambition, who, when waking, dreamsOf mighty, but … Continue reading →

The Duellist – Book II (Charles Churchill Poems)

Deep in the bosom of a wood,Out of the road, a Temple stood:Ancient, and much the worse for wear,It call’d aloud for quick repair,And, tottering from side to side,Menaced destruction far and wide;Nor able seem’d, unless made stronger,To hold out … Continue reading →

Dedication (Charles Churchill Poems)

To Churchill’s Sermons. The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers Churchill left behind him. Health to great Glo’ster!–from a man unknown,Who holds thy health as dearly as his own,Accept this greeting–nor let … Continue reading →

The Journey (Charles Churchill Poems)

Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great good-will, and not more full of spite Than full of craft, under false colours fight) Some of my friends (so … Continue reading →

Lines Written In Windsor Park (Charles Churchill Poems)

These verses appeared with Churchill’s name to them in the London Magazine for , and there is no reason to doubt their being genuine. When Pope to Satire gave its lawful way,And made the Nimrods of Mankind his … Continue reading →