Margaret Love Peacock (Thomas Love Peacock Poems)
Long night succeeds thy little day;Oh blighted blossom! can it be,That this grey stone, and grassy clay,Have clos'd our anxious ...
Long night succeeds thy little day;Oh blighted blossom! can it be,That this grey stone, and grassy clay,Have clos'd our anxious ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old ...
HOW soon forgotten are the Dead! A splendid throng the Palace calls To meet and revel in its halls; And ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
On New Year's Night I met with Kate, The pretty hostess of our party;And we were in our palmiest state ...
The brook that down the valley So musically drips,Flowed never half so brightly As the light laugh from her lips.Her ...
GOD of the Harvest, Thou, whose sun Has ripened all the golden grain,We bless Thee for Thy bounteous store,The cup ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
SAMUEL, Chap. xvii. YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine, Inspire my song, and aid my high design. The ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair to sight, Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown, The waters that roll ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace -- Radiant palace --reared ...
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