The Hasty Pudding (Joel Barlow Poems)
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
All touch, all eye, all ear, The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech. O'er the thin texture of its frame The varying periods ...
I STOOD upon a mountain, lip to lipWith rosy morning, and her breathing cameRefreshingly upon my fever'd brow;I felt my ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight,Veils of colour blent and blownIn melodic monotone.Dark and bright, and white and dun ...
Blooming, brooding, balmy May,Tell me what to sing or sayTo thy praise. I muse in vain—Sonnet, song, and rhyming strainBabble ...
There is a natty kind of mindThat slicks its thoughts,Culls its oughts,Trims its views,Prunes its trues,And never suspects it is ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
A TALE. ON her lov'd infant, as it sleeping lies,Ah! little does the tender mother know,While fondly gazing with delighted ...
"Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more: Sweet is the ...
AriaThe tiresome winter now is goneThe day so short, the night so longAt gentle paceDo change their face,Now must dark ...
I saw thy form in youthful prime,Nor thought that pale DecayWould steal before the steps of Time,And waste its bloom ...
WHEN Solitude's calm voice invites,To taste her pure, unmix'd delights,What can in charms the rural scene surpass?While yet moist Morn's ...
Farewell to old England for ever,Farewell to my rum culls as well,Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey.Where I used for ...
Poet of the serene and thoughtful lay!In youth's fair dawn, when the soul, still untried,Longs for life's conflict, and seeks ...
Here meet together the prefiguring dayAnd day prefigured. "Eating, thou shalt stand,Feet shod, loins girt, thy road-staff in thine hand,With ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its thoughts, Culls its oughts, Trims its views, Prunes its trues, ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
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