The Parsonage Improved (Henry James Pye Poems)
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!By thousands sought, Clotilda, ...
Non numero horas nisi serenasWhen Fall drowns morns in mist, it seemsIn soul I am a part of it;A portion ...
A bright beam came to my window frame,This sweet May morn,And it said to the cold, hard glass:Oh! let me ...
Let us loiter awhile on this beautiful hill,—The last time, perhaps, we shall meet on its brow;The days that so ...
The wall-trees are laden with fruit; The grape, and the plum, and the pear,The peach and the nectarine, to suit ...
Stranger, approach! within this iron doorThrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneathThat vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confinedBy ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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