After Chalgrove Fight (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
June 18: 1643 Flags crape-smother'd and arms reversed, With one sad volley lay him to rest: Lay him to rest ...
June 18: 1643 Flags crape-smother'd and arms reversed, With one sad volley lay him to rest: Lay him to rest ...
WHAT blest design in Albion's Council moves,Which earth with pleasure views, and heav'n approves?'Tis a design humanely just and kind,Worthy ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
Ma pauvre muse, h?las! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?Tes yeux creux sont peupl?s de visions nocturnes,Et je vois tour ? tour ...
Lo! Winter drives his horrors round; Wide o'er the rugged soil they fly; In their cold ...
Sons of freedom! break your slumbersThe day of glory's drawing nigh,Against us tyranny's red numbersRear their bloody banner high. ...
Dear songs of my country! How sweetly thy measures Come stealthily stealing o'er mountain and wave, To sweeten the ...
O thou, who with the world had'st birth,Who rul'st despotic o'er the earth,To whom its life each creature yields;Man, bird, ...
OH! born to sooth distress, and lighten care;Lively as soft, and innocent as fair;Blest with that sweet simplicity of thoughtSo ...
O! friend of Solitude, appear,O! nymph to Contemplation dear,Who oft invokes thy aid;Amid the busy cares of day,No moment owns ...
Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!Great minion of the crown! - but a great manHe was not! ...
On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,In ...
When camp is moved, at break of day,Then comes old Packer Bill--a kingWho rules, with most despotic sway,The while he ...
The beams of morning flicker round my face; I start and waken, and before me lies The rising sun just ...
DEATH , grim king, in solemn dread array,Enthroned sits, where never gleams the day,And reigns despotic over worms of clay.Thanks ...
I was here from the moment of the Beginning, and here I am still. And I shall remain here until ...
Emporers and kings! in vain you strive Your torments to conceal-- The age is come that shakes your thrones, Tramples ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
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