Man’s Cruelty To His Beast (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
I.Man's cruel baseness to his beast! —Poor uncomplaining brute,Its wrongs are innocent at least, And all its sorrows mute:They cannot have deserved ...
I.Man's cruel baseness to his beast! —Poor uncomplaining brute,Its wrongs are innocent at least, And all its sorrows mute:They cannot have deserved ...
The humming-bird! the humming-bird!So fairy-like and bright:It lives among the sunny flowers,A creature of delight!In the radiant islands of the ...
The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;And flings around its fragrance mild,And where no rival flow'rets bloom,Amid ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
I England, my mother, Lift to my western sweetheart ...
HAIL, Devon! in thy bosom let me rest, And pour forth music from my raptur'd breast: I'll stray thy meadow'd ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
With alien hearts to frame our laws And cheat us as of old,In vain our soil is rich, in ...
Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow, The early herald of the infant year,Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,Beneath ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur'd tear to flow In ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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