Australia; Or The New Goldden Age (James Avis Bartley Poems)
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
Sir Ralph, a simple, rural Knight,Could just distinguish Wrong from Right;When he receiv'd a Quarter's Rent,And almost half in Taxes ...
False world, thy malice I espieWith what thou hast designed;And therein with thee to comply,Who likewise are combined:But, do thy ...
By an old --pursued,A crazy prelate, and a royal prude;By dull divines, who look with envious eyesOn ev'ry genius that ...
O'er the soft green meadow-landsLittle Nelly trips along,With a basket in her handsAnd upon her lips a song,-Singing, "Buy my ...
One Evening the loveliest PairThat ever frequented the Plain,Bright Lydia, th' all conquering Fair,And Damon, the beautiful Swain,Sat down in ...
In the first rise and infancy of farce,When fools were many, and when plays were scarceThe raw unpractis'd authors could, ...
The sun had gone down o'er yon lofty mountain,The last golden streamer had left the tall tree;The dwelling below seemed ...
Dear friends, and here I say friendsthe broad sense of the word:Wife, sister, associates, relatives,Schoolmates of both sexes,People seen only ...
Along the hushed aisles, little frequented,Except by feet on sacred service bentAt Sabbath's hour of praise or sacrament,The gathering pastors ...
Canadian farmers came oft to the little green cottage,To see their new neighbors and hear them tell over their troubles.The ...
Celestial Muse that on the blissful plainArt oft invok'd, to guide th' immortal strain;Inspir'd by thee, the first-born sons of ...
My country, noble spectre of the past; Along thy rivers, and within thy vales, There breathes a deep-toned voice, that ...
OH! what is so blithe as through cornfields to roam, When the lark is in heaven and laughter on ...
I walk the old frequented ways That wind around the tangled braes, I live again ...
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight, Likewise the rivers and lakes are sparkling and bright; And ...
Beautiful Balmermo on the bonnie banks of Tay, It's a very bonnie spot in the months of June or May; ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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