To A Friend, On The Loss Of An Amiable Daughter (Christopher Anstey Poems)
True, she was sweet, and lovely in thine eyes, Like some fair flower that blooms awhile, and dies: Yet O ...
True, she was sweet, and lovely in thine eyes, Like some fair flower that blooms awhile, and dies: Yet O ...
582Inconceivably solemn!Things go gayPierce-by the very PressOf Imagery-Their far Parades-order on the eyeWith a mute Pomp-A pleading Pageantry-Flags, are a ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Come, Anthea, let us two Go to feast, as others do: Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, Are the junkets ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce -- by the very Press Of Imagery -- Their far Parades -- order on ...
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May -- It rises train by train -- Then sleeps ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ...
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
It's good the great green earth to roam, Where sights of awe the soul inspire; But oh, it's best, the ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
His words were magic and his heart was true, And everywhere he wandered he was blessed. Out of all ancient ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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