Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The fog peers in the windows, passes 'neath the lampsSettles in the doorways and huddles from the dampSlips inside the ...
THE terrible wind, the dangerous storm, iswrestling with a ship on the ocean ; it is tryingto break her, but ...
At the next vacancy for God, if I am elected,I shall forgive last the delicately woundedwho, having been slugged no ...
No longer could the Day nor Destinies Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise Into her throne; ...
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone, Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:-- ...
As I rode on the limberThrough the old French market-square,There were bricks and fallen timberAnd shell-holes everywhere.The place was blank ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing; I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod; The rich loam upturning ...
Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o'er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They'd jammed ...
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