The Apology (Charles Churchill Poems)
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
Bursts from a rending East in flawsThe young green leaflet's harrier, swornTo strew the garden, strip the shaws,And show our ...
My native city rose from sea,Its littered frontiers wet and dark.Time came too soon to disembarkAnd rain like buckshot sprayed ...
(To --)HAD you lived when a tyrant KingStrove to make all the slaves of one,With Nobles and with Churchmen youHad ...
There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it ...
there are eyes that refuse to exist in the fresh air - they are invented by the lies of paint ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
Why did the nations join to slay The Lord's anointed Son? Why did they cast His laws away And tread ...
Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning. Acts 4:24, etc. [Maker and sovereign Lord Of heav'n, and earth, and seas, Thy ...
v.1-15 C. M. The cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief. Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
Well, Bokardo, here we are; Make yourself at home. Look around-you haven't far To look-and why be dumb? Not the ...
SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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