Argentile and Curan. – Albion’s England (excerpt) (William Warner Poems)
The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and ...
The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and ...
Sinner.What black, what ugly crawling thing art thou?Spider.I am a spider-------Sinner.A spider, ay, also a filthy creature.Spider.Not filthy as thyself ...
As then, no winde at all there blew,No swelling cloude accloid the aire:The skie, like glasse of watchet hew,Reflected Phoebus' ...
O mightie God thou Lord omnipotent,who onely rulest all thinges at thy wyll,Whose throne is far abeue the fyrmament:and whose ...
OH, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one!We children are here in the hall all alone,The portals we straightway will bar.Our ...
He that is poore in spirite and in mynde,and rightly deemes his vertues to be small.He that in his soule ...
Late Chief Justice of Connecticut, died at Hartford, on Sunday morning,December 15th, 1861, aged 84. 'Tis not for pen and ink,Or ...
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mindLife's op'ning scene survey'd:I view'd its ills of various kind,Afflicted and afraid.But chief ...
I.ARIEL.WHEN in spring the gentle rainBreathes into the flower new birth,When the green and happy plainSmiles upon the sons of ...
Amor se vuvi ch'i torni al giogo antico.--P.2. C.2.AWAY , proud boy, away! thou canst not harm;Seize not thy unstrung ...
LEAVE now our streets, and in yon plain beholdThose pleasant Seats for the reduced and old;A merchant's gift, whose wife ...
Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, ...
What doth this noise of thoughts within my heart, As if ...
He that is weary, let him sit. My soul would stirre And trade ...
When first thy sweet and gracious eyeVouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and nightTo look upon ...
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having,Quickly should I then controll ...
MY heart was wandering in the sands, a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That ...
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