Battle Of Corruna (William Lisle Bowles Poems)
The tide of fate rolls on!--heart-pierced and pale,The gallant soldier lies, nor aught avail,The shield, the sword, the spirit of ...
The tide of fate rolls on!--heart-pierced and pale,The gallant soldier lies, nor aught avail,The shield, the sword, the spirit of ...
Is brotherhood to flesh confined? Is there no kinship of the soul?To have it thus, I am resigned, If 'tis my God-appointed ...
Oh servant Henry lectured tillthe crows commenced and thenhe bulbed his voice & lectured on some more.This happened again & ...
BECAUSE they thought his doctrines were not just,Mankind assumed for him the chastening rod,And tyrants reared in pride, and strong ...
Stuck upon the School Walls in OXFORD.If Fame says true, on this auspicious MornA Beggar, Coward, and a Fool was ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
The nations are all calling To and fro, from strand to strand;Uniting in one army The slaves of ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
When Science, trembling in the lengthened shadeOf monster superstitions, and menacedBy raving Bigotry, a dream embracedOf prosperous worlds by mortal ...
'Twixt Lincolnshire and Yorkshire rolls A river in its bed,Which in the German Ocean falls, 'Twixt Saltfleet and ...
Who flees the regions of the lower mind,Where these distempers breathe on every wind:Infectious dogmatisms, noxious hate,Old snarly spleen, and ...
In revolutionary France, (During that bloody scene,)Whose head cut off and heart torn out.With brutal rage were shown about,First ...
The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:Its storms roll up the sky:The nations sleep starving on heaps ...
To you who long have found it rightTo serve the Lord, and those inviteWho seem to go astray;Success attend your ...
How fair her meadows stretch from sea to seaWith fruitful promise; changing robes of green,Varying ever, till the golden sheenOf ...
Oh servant Henry lectured till the crows commenced and then he bulbed his voice & lectured on some more. This ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
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