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 ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
II christened you in happier days, beforeThese gray forebodings on my brow were seen;You are still lovely in your new-leaved ...
Rosy red the hills appearWith the light of morning,Beauteous clouds, in aether clear,All the east adorning;White through the mist the ...
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
Dear, O homeland, and dear, O sweet land of mine, Dear, yea, very dear, O land of my birth;But ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
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