To Melancholy (Janetta Philipps Poems)
When life's first dawn breaks on the raptured view,And smiles each various scene so bright and new,The Passions, thronging round ...
When life's first dawn breaks on the raptured view,And smiles each various scene so bright and new,The Passions, thronging round ...
So, this is all, - the utmost reachOf priestly power the mind to fetter!When laymen think, when women preach,A war ...
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight streetHeard and gave back the hoarse, low call;Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet,Glanced ...
No mystic charm, no mortal art,Can bid our loved companions stay;The bands that clasp them to our heartSnap in death's ...
Warrior of the youthful brow,Eager heart and eagle eye!Pants thy soul for battle now?Burns thy glance with victory?Dost thou dream ...
When in my silent solitary walk, I sought a strain not all unworthy Thee,My heart, still ringing with wild worldly talk, Gave ...
Although at noon thy sun went down, yet stillIt shineth, and for evermore shall shine.Not Scotland's sons alone, men's hearts ...
There is a vale which none hath seen,Where foot of man has never been,Such as here lives with toil and ...
Establish in some better wayMy life, thou Godhead! that I mayKnow it as virtue ranksTo scorn Thy gifts, or give ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
Praise of the knights of oldMay sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares:The praise which fires ...
I HAVE heard that swiftly the son of Weohstanat wish and word of his wounded king, —war-sick warrior, — woven ...
Child of two strong nations, heirBorn of high-souled hope that smiled,Seeing for each brought forth a fair Child,By thy ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
There is a vale which none hath seen, Where foot of man has never been, Such as here lives with ...
Child of two strong nations, heir Born of high-souled hope that smiled, Seeing for each brought forth a fair Child, ...
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor A. D. Blood. I lavished my admiration upon you, You were ...
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