The Song of Songs (King Solomon Poems)
The Bride and the Daughters of JerusalemThe Song of songs, which is Solomon's.Let him kiss me with the kisses of ...
The Bride and the Daughters of JerusalemThe Song of songs, which is Solomon's.Let him kiss me with the kisses of ...
ARGUMENT.Fingal, in his voyage to Lochlin, whither he had been invited by Starno, the father of Agandecca, touched at Berrathon ...
Had I, O had I all the tuneful ArtsOf lofty Verse; did ev'ry Muse inspireMy flowing Numbers, and adorn my ...
With heat o'erlabour'd and the length of way,On Ethan's beach the bands of Israel lay.'Twas silence all the sparkling sands ...
Uprose the ruddy dawn of day;The armies met in dread arrayOn Maelor Drefred's field :Loud the British clarions sound,The Saxons, ...
Agriculture.--The Sire of Gods himselfWill'd not that Tillage should be free from Toil.He first sollicited the restive MoldBy Art: and ...
ON THEMORNING OF HER BIRTH-DAY.LAST night, as musing on a layTo greet thee on thy natal day,Sleep o'er my eyes ...
Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;By ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
October 14: 1066'Gyrth, is it dawn in the sky that I see? or is all the sky blood?Heavy and sore ...
Let me lie upon the heather Where the heath fowl have abode,In my hand the open Bible, On my lip ...
An old song made by an aged old pate,Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a greate estate,That kept a ...
A CUP she gave him, with kindly greetingand winsome words. Of wounden gold,she offered, to honor him, arm-jewels twain,corselet and ...
STONE-BRIGHT the street: it showed the wayto the crowd of clansmen. Corselets glistenedhand-forged, hard; on their harness brightthe steel ring ...
At last the dream of youth Stands fair and bright before me,The sunshine of the home of truth Falls tremulously ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young ...
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