Apostrophe (Charlotte Smith Poems)
TO AN OLD TREE. WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands embossEach ...
TO AN OLD TREE. WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands embossEach ...
Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;O born to rule in partial Law's despite,Resume thy ...
Children of the glorious dead,Who for freedom fought and bled,With her banner o'er you spread,On to victory.Not for stern ambition's ...
What though the foe exultant carouses in the keep,His hirelings on the parapets to jeer our pennants torn?The fight began ...
Bright as the speckled salmon of the wave! Dubh-Ghiola ! panic of the branded brave; With thee would I combine, ...
A Faust in colours with the good and ill For ever at their conflict, dumb of speech, Nor drawing gladiator-like ...
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung ...
Listening for that still quiet voice that inner calm, a certainty A welling up of a thought, an idea the ...
With words, with countenance, and with manners I shall build an excellent panoply; and in this way I shall face ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
THEE for my recitative! Thee in the driving storm, even as now-the snow-the winter-day declining; Thee in thy panoply, thy ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Moko, the Educated Ape is here, The pet of vaudeville, so the posters say, And every night the gaping people ...
O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light, Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled ...
I shall come back without fanfaronade Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- A mild ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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