“Now Summer with her wanton court is gone” (John Armstrong Poems)
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as oneWho staggers forth into the air and sunFrom the dark chamber of a mortal ...
MAN SPEAKER.FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent streamReflects new glories on his breast,Where, splendid as the youthful poet's dream,He ...
I.When her fair land with grief o'erspread,Insubria mourn'd her primate dead;When Borromeo to the tombWas borne mid all-pervading gloom;When dimm'd ...
From holy flower to holy flower Thou weavest thine unhallowed bower. The harmless dewdrops, beaded thin, Ripple along thy ropes of sin. Thy house ...
Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze Laden with death, they come. A thousand more Stiff on the sod of Tauris: yon ...
The man of pure and blameless lifeNeeds no stout armour in the strife,Nor poisoned arrow-head, nor knifeOf Moorish fashion.Whether o'er ...
Young budding virgin, who in bashful pride, All dedicate to Christ, didst stand apart From crowds of pitying faithless, and with heart Unmoved ...
O Leader fallen by the wayside prone,-- O strong great soul gone forth For thee the wide inhospitable north,And east and west, ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
Sphinx, down whose rugged face The sliding centuries their furrows cleave By sun and frost and cloud-burst; scarce ...
The man of pure and blameless life Needs no stout armour in the strife, Nor poisoned arrow-head, nor knife Of ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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