The Muses Threnodie: First Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
Of Mr George Ruthven the tears and mournings,Amidst the giddie course of fortune's turnings,Upon his dear friend's death, Mr John ...
Of Mr George Ruthven the tears and mournings,Amidst the giddie course of fortune's turnings,Upon his dear friend's death, Mr John ...
On the Opening of the Castle as a Permanent Art Museum.Throw back the gates of time!See, on this rock sublime,The ...
Athwart a sky of brass rich ribs of gold; A bullion bulk the wide Ohio lies; Beneath the sunset, billowing manifold, The purple ...
There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there!There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one ...
Dunbar is dead! O Grief, thy cloud of gloomHangs o'er his race! They sorely needed him,That he should pass from ...
Come darkest Night, becomming sorrow best,Light leave thy light, fit for a lightsome soule:Darknesse doth truely sute with me opprest,Whom ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
BRITANNIA.Wretched Britannia! Hapless and undone! How have my Follies call'd this Vengeance down, And anger'd Heav'n to so severe a ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
From the tops of the iron ladder of hopes I announce my good news, From the valleys of ashes, corpses ...
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