Poe’s Cottage At Fordham (John Henry Boner Poems)
Here lived the soul enchantedBy melody of song;Here dwelt the spirit hauntedBy a demoniac throng;Here sang the lips elated;Here grief ...
Here lived the soul enchantedBy melody of song;Here dwelt the spirit hauntedBy a demoniac throng;Here sang the lips elated;Here grief ...
If writing Journals were my task, From cottagers to kings--A little book I'd only ask, And fill it full of wings!Each pair ...
Hail to the woods once more! Hail blessed burst of the spring tide!Float over fathomless blue the fair white clouds ...
Your body's motion is like music; Her stride ecstatical and bright Moves to the rhythm of dumb music, The unheard ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
GovenorsAN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,That ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waistOf the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,Which heave with ...
"WILD thro' the desert woods Alzira flew! Her robe disorder'd hung; Wet were her locks from midnight's chilly dew, Her ...
A THOUSAND joys has happy Age,When Youth has left no sting;A conscience sound makes life's last stageGlide smooth on lighter ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A ...
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