Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
______ Campos, ubi Troja fuit.Virg.Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring landsMidst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,And sees each ...
as we did behold the salmon sporting,We spied some countrie clowns to us resorting,Who striken were with sudden admiration,To see ...
Mater ait, tacta est dea Nomine Matris.Ovid--- Utinam modo dicere PossemCarmina digna dea, certe est dea carmine digna.VirgilLet hireling Poets ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARETHANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatterNever rang'd in a forest, or ...
Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the Muse possest,That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's ...
Doe we not hold him mad, that in his handdare gripe an Adder, though he crush it dead?or seemes it ...
THOU master of the tuneful art!Who only Nature can impart;Though on thy temples blooms the bayScorn not my gratulating lay.Describ'd ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
STREPHON, ARETHUSA. STREPHON. So fine the season, so serene the sky, Why stands the tear in Arethusa's eye? Our ...
When Monmouth the chaste read those impudent lines Which ty'd her dear monkey so fast by the loins, Show'd his ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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