The Kite (Phanuel Bacon Poems)
CANTO I.Dian knew well to chace the tim'rous Hare,Or thro' the Woods pursue the flying Deer;O'er the high Mound Her ...
CANTO I.Dian knew well to chace the tim'rous Hare,Or thro' the Woods pursue the flying Deer;O'er the high Mound Her ...
Arguments and Encouragements to Gospel Ministers to avoid a Legal strain of Doctrine, and endeavour the Sinner's match with Christ ...
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
The sun descends along the glowing west,His bright rays quivering o'er Potomac's breast--And still he flashes, with his parting smile,And ...
Favour'd of heav'n, awhile my speech attend:On brighter visions now unclose thine eyes,Again shall Europe's realms before thee rise.Of this ...
Sweet resting place! that long hath been A boon Elysian 'mid the din Of city life, 'mid city smoke; Where weary ones who ...
The quiet August noon has come,A slumberous silence fills the sky,The fields are still, the woods are dumb,In glassy sleep ...
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,May my lot no less fortunate beThan a snug elbow-chair can ...
In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining,May my fate no less fortunate beThan a snug elbow-chair will ...
Let not the roses lieToo thickly tangled round my tomb,Lest fleecy clouds that skim the summer sky,Flinging their faint soft ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
IThe hermit sat within his cave, A prey to anxious care;Distress sat gravely on his brow, And suffering slumbered there.His ...
AND THE DEATH OF LORD NELSON. HIGH on a rock, whose craggy browO'erlooks the subject main below,Her throne Britannia rears;And ...
To Portland.(From A Centennial Poem)O City of my heart! in dreams, Sweet dreams, I see thee as of yore,And catch ...
ALL hail! ye frowning terrors of my way,Rude Grampian mountains! crown'd with lasting snow,No flow'ry vales, or plains with verdure ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
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