The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part I. (John Henry Dryden Poems)
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria, mourn.From all thy sins repentant turn,Lest they God's wrath, and judgements dread,Shou'd draw upon thy guilty ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria mourn,Like Nineveh, repentent turn,Put sackcloth on — proclaim a fast —Cry out for Grace, and mend ...
Uprose the ruddy dawn of day;The armies met in dread arrayOn Maelor Drefred's field :Loud the British clarions sound,The Saxons, ...
A TALE.Where Snowdon's bleak summits their shadows throw wide,Once the castle of Modred arose;Frowning dark as the mountain that towered ...
I.1 . The fading beam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's gentler ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory ...
I.1. The fading gleam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's chaster ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory bright Pales ...
The sunlight from the sky is swept,But, over Snowdon's summit kept, One brand of cloud yet burns,-By ghostly hands far out ...
Now has bright Sol fulfill'd his circling course, Again to Taurus roll'd his burning car, Since, cruel Prudence, thy resistless force Tore me ...
Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered windWhich from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,Chasing the clouds that roll ...
ST GEORGE! St George for England!Clear rings the ancient cry;St George! St George for England!Who dares to do and die?The ...
Where man's profane and tainting handNature's primaeval loveliness has marred,And some few souls of the high bliss debarredWhich else obey ...
IPrince of Bards was old Aneurin;He the grand Gododin sang;All his numbers threw such fire in,Struck his harp so wild ...
APOEM,WRITTEN ON THAT COAST, AND ADDRESSED TO ITS PROPRIETOR,SIR JOHN STANLEY. THEE, STANLEY , thee, our gladden'd spirit hails,Since Life's ...
AND THE INHABITANTS OF ITS ENVIRONS. PROUD of her ancient Race, Britannia showsWhere, in her Wales, another Eden glows,And all ...
"HOW many a day, in various hues array'd, Bright with gay sun-shine, or eclips'd with shade; How many an hour, ...
December 10: 1282Llanyis on Irfon, thine oaks in the drearRed eve of December are wind-swept and sere,Where a king by ...
" Have you heard the torrent leaping from the mountain to the sea? Have you heard the tempest sweeping over ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
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