The Columbiad: Book X (Joel Barlow Poems)
The vision resumed, and extended over the whole earth. Present character of different nations. Future progress of society with respect ...
The vision resumed, and extended over the whole earth. Present character of different nations. Future progress of society with respect ...
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets,and Signs of the Weather.Through winter streets to steer your courses aright,How to walk ...
A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819.Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,Land ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
SCENE I. EcclefechinDornockSolus.O heavens support my every sense!A large estate! yet barr'd from pence!Trust deeds and curs'd adjudications,Bonds, inhibitions, damn'd ...
That I was in the company of Pope, in hishouse at Twickenham.1.SPIRITS of Air! that float on silvery wings,Throughout the ...
Brethren, pray for us.THE stars upon the darksome skyAre far and widely scattered,As if some splendid sun on highHad been ...
The warrior may twine round his temples the leavesOf the Laurel that Victory throws him;The Lover may smile as he ...
Sweet love! and wast thou angry then, And did a lovely frown,O'ershade that brow of whitest pearl, That cheek of softest down?Nay, ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
Or,A Review of my Scholastic Days"O, Festus Dies Hominis!"-O, the Joyful Day of Man!Why, (when the hours of school-day bliss ...
WHO heeds thee, poor flower? No fragrance is thine, No sunbeam has dress'd thee with hues of delight,Thou hast ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
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