Old Barnard — A Monkish Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,Though his age was full fourscore; And he us'd to go Thro' hail and snow, To a ...
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,Though his age was full fourscore; And he us'd to go Thro' hail and snow, To a ...
The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;And flings around its fragrance mild,And where no rival flow'rets bloom,Amid ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats, Whispers like Jew MOSES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses. ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
'TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold, Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow; Nor cheek of ...
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its ...
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks ...
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