The Thraldom (Abraham Cowley Poems)
I came, I saw, and was undone;Lightning did through my bones and marrow run; A pointed pain pierc'd ...
I came, I saw, and was undone;Lightning did through my bones and marrow run; A pointed pain pierc'd ...
A devil serves our mastersAnd warps to their desireThe flexing of our sinews,Our hearts' corroding fire;Old as the mists of ...
The big, red-house is bare and loneThe stony garden waste and sereWith blight of breezes ocean blownTo pinch the wakening ...
These waters saw the gilded galleys comeFrom the red east: the oarsmen cast their gazeUpon its brightness, and recalled the ...
Her eyes are of that pure and perfect grey Which Pallas flashed upon the men of Greece, While Hector shore ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day Come to steal this ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Henry in Ireland to Bill underground: Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound constantly, for so ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
(After Valery) O Sea! ... 'Tis I, risen from death once more To hear the waves' harmonious roar And see ...
(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a bait To hook the nimble darting summer days. The glazed and ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories