Protestant Popery: Or, The Convocation – Canto III (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
(To C. and M.)The day is fair, the breeze is free, The ship has crossed the bar,And you are fleeting o'er ...
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and ...
1.YE fabled Sisters of th' Aonian Mount,Who strike the harp, and touch the golden lyre,Be present here as at Castalia's ...
"I see a people scattered like a flock,Some royal mastiff panting at their heelsWith all the savage thirst a tiger ...
"My boast is not that I deduce my birthFrom loins enthroned, or rulers of the earth;But higher far my proud ...
Reader! if with no vulgar sympathyThou view'st the wreck of genius and of worth,Stay thou thy footsteps near this hallow'd ...
Sister of Nature, lovely Criticism, Whose friendly, exquisite, judicious touch Softens the blaze of genius, and the work Of every muse improves; ingenious ...
Let me the Honour soon obtain,For which I long have hop'd in vain;Since I, alas! am now confin'd,Your Visit would ...
Pure and unstained, I live in Cowper's lore;On heavenward pinions I with Milton soar;Ever and anon I change with playful ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
Gelett Burgess' original poem…A Purple Cow I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I ...
I. (Macauley, who made it):Pour, varlet, pour the water,The water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of us,Another for the ...
I.ONCE more the people meet, With glad expectant faces: once again The fair young monarch and her lovely train, With ...
Me an' the old road, goin' along together,The old road listenin'—talkin' through the leather.Friends? Why, we are cobbers, the old ...
WRITTEN SOME TIME BACK.Cowper, I thank my God that thou art healed.Thine was the sorest malady of all,And I am ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
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