Protestant Popery: Or, The Convocation – Canto V (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
I. 1.Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voiceFrom ancient darkness call'd the morn;And hush'd of jarring elements the noise,When Chaos, from ...
Agriculture.--The Sire of Gods himselfWill'd not that Tillage should be free from Toil.He first sollicited the restive MoldBy Art: and ...
See Selborne spreads her boldest beauties roundThe varied valley, and the mountain ground,Wildly majestic! what is all the prideOf flats, ...
From the madding crowd they stand apart,The maidens four and the Work of Art;And none might tell from sight aloneIn ...
The scene behind the carriage window-panesGoes flitting past in furious flight; whole plainsWith streams and harvest-fields and trees and blueAre ...
GUIDO CAVALCANTI TO DANTE ALIGHIERI:Returning from its daily quest, my SpiritChanged thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find:It ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
NOW yellow autumn's leafy ruins lieIn faded splendor, on deserted plains,Far from the madding crowd, alone I fly,To wake in ...
SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring! Whose unshorn locks with leaves ...
NO sooner I pronounced Celindas name, But Troops of wing'd Pow'rs did chant the fame: Not those the Poets Bows ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and ...
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes and ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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