Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping ...
Like music heard in mellow chime, The charm of her transforming time Upon my senses steals As softly as from sunny walls, In day's ...
If now the sun extends his cheering beam,And all the landscape casts a golden gleamClear is the sky, and calm ...
Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,Seeking an entry for his weariness.And in that dreadful company distressAnd the sad ...
Imperial Bard! if while my humble strainThy precepts sung to Albion's warlike train,Her critic ear approving caught the sound,And favoring ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HAPLESS JOURNEY.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Now arranges for a journeyTo the village of the Northland,To the land of cruel winters,To ...
(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCISCO, 1800)ILooking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint,By the San Francisco friars lifted ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
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