Faringdon Hill. Book I (Henry James Pye Poems)
A Poem In Two BooksNow with meridian force the orb of dayPours on our throbbing heads his sultry ray;O'er the ...
A Poem In Two BooksNow with meridian force the orb of dayPours on our throbbing heads his sultry ray;O'er the ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
Behold that vale, whose sides are cloth'd with wood; And here and there a pleasurable spot Of intersected pasture, with its stack,Cottage ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
Raging storms, evil gods are theyRuthless demons, who in heaven's vault were created, are they,Workers of evil are they,They lift ...
In numbers, and but these few, I sing thy birth, oh JESU! Thou pretty Baby, born here, With sup'rabundant scorn ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
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