Appendix: Containing The Author’s Conversation With His Bookseller, &c. (Christopher Anstey Poems)
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
IThe hermit sat within his cave, A prey to anxious care;Distress sat gravely on his brow, And suffering slumbered there.His ...
There is a riverwhose waters run asleeprun run eversinging in the shallowsdumb in the hollowssleeping so deepand all the swallowsthat ...
The terrible night-watch is over,I turn where I lie,To eastward my dim eyes discoverFaint streaks in the sky ;Faint streaks ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
I.A Song Of Spring.Bird in thy mossy nestCosily hid,Bird in thy mossy nestYoung leaves amid;Nigh is thy tuneful mate,Singing with ...
Now 'tis Spring on wood and wold, Early Spring that shivers with cold, But gladdens, and gathers, day by day, ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
You love the sun and the languid breeze That gently kisses the rosebud's lips, And delight ...
The wind, in the stubble rustling, announces Autumn.The fields have turned grey, and in hollows the oxen are lowing.The gossamer's ...
There's a good time coming in the golden by-and-by: And I wish, oh, how I wish that it would come!There's ...
Why art thou silent when each bird And every freshet ...
Translated From The German of Schiller.THE oak-wood murmurs, The sky clouds o'er, The maiden paces The grassy shore; The billows ...
The color gladdens all your heart;You call it Heaven, dear, but I -Now Hope and I are far apart -Call ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
I'd rather have my verses win A place in common people's hearts, Who, toiling through the strife and din Of ...
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come! ...
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