Ode To Beauty (Henry James Pye Poems)
I. Enchanting power! whose influence blest O'er Nature reigns with pleasing sway, Whose mild command each gentler breast Enraptur'd glories to obey: O give my ...
I. Enchanting power! whose influence blest O'er Nature reigns with pleasing sway, Whose mild command each gentler breast Enraptur'd glories to obey: O give my ...
Leonardo imagined the first one.The next was a pole lathe with a drive cord,illustrated in Plumier's L'art de tourner en ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclinedThus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it isTo sit beside our Cot, ...
More earnest was his voice! most mild his look,As with raised hands he bless'd his parting flock.He is a faithful ...
Majestic Thames, whose ample current flows, The wood reflecting in its silver tide, Which, hanging from the hills that grace thy side, O'er ...
I LET my soul drift with the thistledown Afloat upon the honeymooning breeze;My thoughts about the swelling buds are blown, Blown with ...
Beyond the blue rim of the world,Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,Where the Wind's wings were ever furledThe Ancients dreamed Hesperides.Ship ...
Love is a desultory fire,Blown by a wind made musical with sighs,A void and wonderfully vague desire,Which comes and flies.Of ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope,Knows suddenly, to music high and soft,The Holy of holies; who because they ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing ...
Leeds this silent solemn Sunday Tempest Road is clear of all But wistful birds, parked cars And vagrant trees. The ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
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