From the Medea of Euripides (Samuel Johnson Poems)
The rites derived from ancient daysWith thoughtless reverence we praise,The rites that taught us to combineThe joys of music and ...
The rites derived from ancient daysWith thoughtless reverence we praise,The rites that taught us to combineThe joys of music and ...
His wage of rest at nightfall still He takes, who sixty years has knownOf ploughing over Cotsall hill And keeping trim the ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
GovenorsAN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,That ...
Ye lovely maids! whose yet unpractis'd heartsNe'er felt the force of Love's resistless darts;Who justly set a value on your ...
You see this Tea, no milk or sugar in it,Like peat-born water's brown translucency,Where deep and still it lingers through ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
For unknown ages, mid his wild abode,Speechless *nd rude the human savage trode;By slow degrees expressive sounds acquired,And simple thoughts ...
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
You call authority "a grievous thing."With careless hands you snap the leading string,And, for a frolic (so it seems ...
Again the swift revolving year,Returns the bright th' auspicious morn,That shed its kindest influence here,When Britain's future queen was born.Still ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
Think Valentine, as speeding on thy way Homeward thou hastest light of heart along, If heavily creep on one little ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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