The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part I. (John Henry Dryden Poems)
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
______ SacerdosFronde super mitram, & felici comptus oliva.Virg.To the Lord Privy SealContending kings, and fields of death, too longHave been ...
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 ...
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
And when they drew near to the burial ground Anhelli heard the hymn of the tombs,complaining, as it were a ...
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a ...
And the Shaman said : "Lo, now we shall show no more miracles,nor the power of God that is in ...
THE cannon's brazen lips are cold;No red shell blazes down the air;And street and tower, and temple old,Are silent as ...
I cannot parfitly my paternoster as the priest it singeth,But I can rhyme of Robyn Hode and Randall erle of ...
GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fightYe 're waging now, ye cannot fail,For better is your sense of rightThan king-craft's ...
Observe the dying father speak:Try, lads, can you this bundle break?Then bids the youngest of the sixTake up a well-bound ...
Not done, but near its ending, Is the work that our eyes desired;Not yet fulfilled, but near the goal,Is the hope ...
Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the rootOf old oppression sink the Saxon steel.Thy work is to hew down. In ...
'Twas not satiety-disgust- That led a wanderer forth to roam, To look for hearts of firmer trust, Or brighter eyes-thus far from home; 'Twas ...
I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric columnSupports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larchStands next door ...
In the feathergrass steppeSources lie buried,The thirsty sun knowsLife isn't raspberries.In barren haymeadowsA child tarries,Walnut crosierOutstretched, gold-eyed,The bracing treasure,Slender, streams.They ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
THO' to Antiquity the Praise we yield Of pleasing Arts; and Fable's earli'st Field Own to be fruitful Greece; yet ...
IN summer, eighteen fifty-eight, A ship sailed out from Aberdeen; A gilded pet for summer state The little Fox had ...
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