M’Fingal – Canto III (John Trumbull Poems)
Now warm with ministerial ire,Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire,And on his striding steps attendsHis desperate clan of Tory friends.When ...
Now warm with ministerial ire,Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire,And on his striding steps attendsHis desperate clan of Tory friends.When ...
Thus I awaked and wroot what I hadde ydremed,And dighte me derely, and dide me to chirche,To here holly the ...
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH.King Hafbur & King SiwardThey needs must stir up strife,All about the sweetling SignyWho was so fair ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
Miss Danae, when Fair and Young(As Horace has divinely sung)Could not be kept from Jove's EmbraceBy Doors of Steel, and ...
Mankinds lamentation,Of their miserable condition,By naturall corruption,Through Adams inclination,Vnto his wiues perswasion,By Serpents first suggestion,Through Sathans instigation.All Adams heyres in ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
Because thou wast most delicate, A woman fair for men to see, The earth did compass thy estate, Thou didst ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear,Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear.She was so ...
THEN from the moorland, by misty crags,with God's wrath laden, Grendel came.The monster was minded of mankind nowsundry to seize ...
"QUHEN Flora had o'erfret the firth In May of every moneth queen; Quhen merle and mavis singis with mirth ...
Aye! I am a poet and upon my tombShall maidens scatter rose leavesAnd men myrtles, ere the nightSlays day with ...
When things are hard and troublesome, And life for you looks dim; Bills and debts grow daily, And finances seem ...
Up rode the white horse, From somewhere far below; Prideful, full of power, And charming as a doe. ***** The ...
If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be, I greatly marvel how ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
WHat guyle is this, that those her golden tresses, She doth attyre vnder a net of gold: and with sly ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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