The Vision (Edmund Arwaker Poems)
I. When Fate its utmost Cruelty had shown, And the Illustrious Charles was now no more, Th' Illustrious Charles, ...
I. When Fate its utmost Cruelty had shown, And the Illustrious Charles was now no more, Th' Illustrious Charles, ...
A lamentable Song of the Death of King Leir and his Three Daughters. To the tune of When flying Fame.King ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
My heritage! It is to live withinThe marts of Pleasure and of Gain, yet beNo willing worshiper at either shrine;To ...
SUSPICION ! Demon of the twilight hour, Silent, dark brooding in the wav'ring mind,That dost our peace with length'ning ...
"SPEAK! said my soul, be stern and adequate; The sunset falls from Heaven, the year is late, Love waits with ...
I do not weep; I would not weep;Our mother needs no tears:Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to keepThis causeless ...
1. Ah Phillis! had you never loved, Your Hate I could have borne Contentedly, I would have proved The Object ...
BOMBAY Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands -- A thousand mills roar through ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
[Written and sung in honour of the birthday of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
What needeth these threnning words and wasted wind? All this cannot make me restore my prey. To rob your good, ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self chosen snare, Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scatter'd thought, Band of all ...
The common rain had come again Slanting and colorless, pale and anonymous, Fainting falling in the first evening Of the ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
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