Moonlight (John Jay Chapman Poems)
ITHE evening air exhales a spicy scent,The robin warbles, and the thrush replies;And on the terrace a tall regimentOf lillies ...
ITHE evening air exhales a spicy scent,The robin warbles, and the thrush replies;And on the terrace a tall regimentOf lillies ...
High Iove, with all the gods together met,To see (great King) thy comming to this Town,The casements large of heaven ...
AH! who can imagine what plague and what bothersHe feels, who sits down to write verses for others!His pen must ...
AT night, when each mortal is laid to repose,My breast ever throbs, and my eyes never close;I wander alone, my fond ...
Now that each feather'd Chorister doth singThe glad approches of the welcome Spring:Now Phobus darts forth his more early beam,And ...
1 When biting Boreas, fell and doure,2 Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;3 When Phobus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,4 Far ...
What could there more be done, let any say,Nor I did to prevent the doleful day?For when I saw Gall's ...
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,Fair Sacharissa lov'd, but lov'd in vain;Like Phobus sung the no less amorous boy;Like ...
1 In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,2 And reddening Phobus lifts his golden fire;3 The birds in vain ...
Stranger! behold, interr'd together,The souls of learning and of leather.Poor Joe is gone, but left his all:You'll find his relics ...
Weary was love and sought to take his rest,He made his choice, upon a virgin's lap;And slyly crept from thence ...
Imperial Bard! if while my humble strainThy precepts sung to Albion's warlike train,Her critic ear approving caught the sound,And favoring ...
Musicke. Phobus gave me my voyce, which pleasant Thrushes ...
Pompeii! city of the dead,-entombed Two thousand years in clouds of ashes,-still Remains to tell of long forgotten times, When ...
From the village of Leslie, with a heart full of glee, And my pack on my shoulders, I rambled ...
With these two kisses on thine eyes I melt thy sleep away-arise! For look, my love, Phobus his ...
A lily's odour-holy angels' light- The tints of twilight bidding day farewell- The plaint of friends-the bosom's heaving swell- The ...
Learned Meconas, fauorite of Muses, Renowned Patron, hater of abuses Who sitting in Religions golden Chaire, Thou her, she thee ...
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
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