The Laurel Crown (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
The laurel crown! for duty done,For good achieved, and honours won,For all of natural gift, or art,That thrills and fills ...
The laurel crown! for duty done,For good achieved, and honours won,For all of natural gift, or art,That thrills and fills ...
Brother, if on the heels of war Western man celebrates his deeds,Consecrates the memory of the fallen and builds monuments ...
Is it the foot of GodUpon the waters, that they seethe and blazeAs when of old He trodThe desert ways,And ...
I.CALM all the tumults that invadeOur souls, and lend Thy pow'rful aid.O Source of Mercy! soothe our pains,And break, O ...
There are no hours so sweet as thoseWhen the tired spirit finds repose In the calm peace of virtuous thought,And makes ...
SWEET relic of the slowly-waning year,Who long with gentle, lingering, fond delay,Behind thy beauteous 'sociates still dost stay,As if my ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?Must then her name the wretched writer ...
OR SKETCHES OF HIGHLAND SCENERY AND MANNERS: WITH SOME REFLECTIONS ON EMIGRATION. WRITTEN DURING THE AUTHOR'S RECOVERY FROM A LONG ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
WHILE on the meadowy banks of Spey ,Slow steals along the rural muse,And sees the bordering flowers displayTheir native sweets ...
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God:He walks the world; He puts His holy handOn every sleeper ...
A poet in whose heart upsprung the life And soul of passion, nursing with its fires All influences of all ...
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
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