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 SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;When the keen blast descending from the ...
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 ...
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
I. A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he Was faithful to his master's will, For well he lov'd his company, ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
O FLY thee from the shades of night, Where the loud tempests yelling rise; Where horrror wings her sullen flight ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light, Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled ...
"With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted "And worms will not come to thee." SHAKSPERE. WHEN from Day's closing ...
WHOE'ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe; To whom the sounds of melody ...
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 ...
Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul; Come, with the magic of ...
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