Grocyn At Oxford (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
_THE ENGLISH RENAISSANCE_1491 As she who in some village-child unknown, With rustic grace and fantasy bedeck'd And in her simple ...
_THE ENGLISH RENAISSANCE_1491 As she who in some village-child unknown, With rustic grace and fantasy bedeck'd And in her simple ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
WHEN Cupid, wanton boy, was young,His wings unfledg'd, and rude his tongue,He loiter'd in Arcadian bowers,And hid his bow in ...
ILadies who in chains of wedlockChafe at an unequal yoke,Not to nightingales give hearing;Better this, the raven's croak.IIDown the Prado ...
WHAT angel forms, attired in robes of light,Pour their effulgence on my raptur'd sight?Th' ethereal VIRTUES! lo! the radiant band!Appal'd, ...
I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. ...
What splendour of imperial station man,The Tree of Life, may reach when, rooted fast,His branching stem points way to upper ...
To Jesus our Saviour some parents presented Their children—what fears and what hopes they must feel!When this the disciples would ...
WHO holds us heart to heart it mattereth not, If Thou, who holdest all within thy hand, Wilt say, "Well ...
"Hark? what mean those piercing cries? Say? what means that dreadful groan?- 'Tis the GOD of Nature dies? To make ...
" Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And ...
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
IN paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Aug. 13. 1653. Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct; Pity me ...
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