Manductio And Coelum. Part I (James Chamberlayne Poems)
I. Joy, when it once doth so excessive grow, That it all Bounds of Reason doth or'e-flow, Draws ever after't, as we daily ...
I. Joy, when it once doth so excessive grow, That it all Bounds of Reason doth or'e-flow, Draws ever after't, as we daily ...
At evening when the aspens rustled softAnd the last blackbird by the hedge-nest laughed,And through the leaves the moon's unmeaning ...
From my proper clime and subjects,In my hot and swarthy East,North and Westward I am comingFor a conquest and a ...
IO NINEVEH, thy realm is setUpon a base of rock and steelFrom where the under-rivers fretHigh up to where the ...
HOW does the water come down at Lodore?Here it comes sparkling,And there it lies darkling;Here smoking and frothing,Its tumult and ...
You flung your taunt across the wave;We bore it as became us,Well knowing that the fettered slaveLeft friendly lips no ...
The soft quem quam will be Scops the Owlconjugation of nouns, a line of enquiry,powdery stubble of the socratic prisonlaurels ...
Reason has moons, but moons not hers,Lie mirror'd on the sea,Confounding her astronomers,But O! delighting me.. . . . .BABYLON ...
IBabylon where I go dreamingWhen I weary of to-day,Weary of a world grown gray.IIGod loves an idle rainbow,No less than ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
"Die my love-I'll not regret thee- Die, and me of hope bereave: If thou liv'st, what ills beset thee! Die, ...
XCIVWhen on the splendor of thy shining head Death lays his hand, I feel that thou art born, Like my ...
A torpid season once in every year Falls on my nature, when in vain I wring A sullen discord from ...
A monster like a mountain, leathern limbed,With eyes of sluggish ore and claws of stone, He heaved his thunder-throated body, ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn; When hours have drain'd ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have drained ...
I send my voice into your mouth You return the compliment I am the Count of Cannizzaro You are Her ...
He woke up in New York City on Valentine's Day, Speeding. The body in the booth next to his was ...
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