The Triumph Of Music (John Anster Poems)
Lonely was the blossomingOf the sad unwelcomed Spring;And Man, the slave of passions blind and brute,A wanderer in a world ...
Lonely was the blossomingOf the sad unwelcomed Spring;And Man, the slave of passions blind and brute,A wanderer in a world ...
Roll back, roll back a hundred years,Thou ever-rolling wheel of time ;Restore again dead hopes and fears,Exhume the undiscovered crime.Why ...
READ AT THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARYIs it a weanling's weakness for the pastThat in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,Swept clean of ...
I.Beautiful Alice, serene little saint, My treasure!— O better than mine,—What mind can imagine, or eloquence paint Thy gladness and glory divine?A ...
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,Pinions that fanned the teeming mouldOf Eden's blissful wilderness,Did only ...
SMALL epicurean, would to heaven that ICould borrow your lithe body and swift wingTo speed, a lightning atom through the ...
HERE! sweep these foolish leaves away,I will not crush my brains to-day!Look! are the southern curtains drawn?Fetch me a fan, ...
XXXI (version)Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown rose,The image of thy blush and summer's honour,Whilst in her tender green ...
No passionless creature of duty,No child of capricious delay,Our love, like the goddess of beauty,Sprang into warm life in a ...
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!Dear child of sorrow -- son of misery!How soon the film of death obscur'd ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry, Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,Far in the west ...
GREEN o'er the copses spring's soft hues are spreading,High wave the reeds in the transparent floods,The oak its sear and ...
Pale Death, of thy sole self how art thou fair! ...
O take away your dried and painted garlands! The snow-cloth's fallen from each quicken'd brow, The stone's rolled off ...
NOT in rich glebe and ripe green garden only Does Summer weave her sweet resistless spells, But in ...
DIE, half-blown rose, upon a grateful heart, Whose life is quickened by thy ebbing breath; Nay, thus to die were ...
SLEEP, half-blown rose, against my lady's breast, Rocked by my lady's heart and rhythmic breath, Sleep on, sweet rose, awaiting ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
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