The Culprit (Nathaniel Bloomfield Poems)
"_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_ _Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_ _Yet oft his courtesies are smoother ...
"_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_ _Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_ _Yet oft his courtesies are smoother ...
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.Not like the formal crest ...
Come take up your Hats, and away let us hasteTo the Butterfly's Ball, and the Grasshopper's Feast.The Trumpeter, Gad-fly, has ...
A glorious pageant filled the church of the proud old city of Rheims,One such as poet artists choose to form ...
Is't long of thy short memorie, that thouyeeld'st not due thanks, where thou the same do'st owe?Alas, good man; why ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!The guards are crouching underneath the rock;The lights are fading in the ...
And—'Yonder look! yoho! yoho! Nancy is off!' the farmer cried, Advancing by the river side, Red-kerchieft and brown-coated;—'So, My girl, ...
Ye lovely maids! whose yet unpractis'd heartsNe'er felt the force of Love's resistless darts;Who justly set a value on your ...
Sweet Solitude where dost thou linger? When and where shall I look in thy face? Feel the soft magic ...
On An Engraving of Scheffer's Christus ConsolatorI.What human form is this? what form divine?And who are these that gaze upon ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
THe Panther knowing that his spotted hyde, Doth please all beasts but that his looks the fray: within a bush ...
LOe where she comes along with portly pace, Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East, Arysing forth to run ...
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and ...
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
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