A Fragment (I) (Philip James Bailey Poems)
And Zetland where, betimes, some ruthless wightScaling the scaur, in sport the nests despoilsOf auk or gull; they, crowding clamorous ...
And Zetland where, betimes, some ruthless wightScaling the scaur, in sport the nests despoilsOf auk or gull; they, crowding clamorous ...
NOW THE RIGHT HON. LADY ST. JOHN.Aberystwith, July 5th, 17-- Louisa, while thy pliant fingers trace The solemn beauties of the prospect ...
THE World is older than our earliest dates;All thoughts, all feelings, all desires, all fates,Were known and tested, long ere ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
To BEVERLEY TUCKER, ESQUIRE, GREETING: Dear BEV. this greeting goes to you across the Atlantic brine, From the little room ...
. Had it pleas'd him, from whom all wisdom flows, Him, who each good, each perfect gift bestows, With knowledge ...
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city? Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day. I said ...
One spring as I went walking By budding leaf and thorn To see the sun a-shining Upon an Easter morn; ...
Lord, make me coy and tender to offend:In friendship, first I think, if that agree, ...
Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away—The last sad hours that were touched with her grace—In the hush ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
This coral's hape ecohes the hand It hollowed. Its Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice, As your breast in my ...
WAs it the worke of nature or of Art? which tempred so the feature of her face: that pride and ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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