The Exequy (Henry King Poems)
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,Instead of dirges, this complaint;And for sweet flow'rs to crown thy hearse,From thy griev'd ...
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,Instead of dirges, this complaint;And for sweet flow'rs to crown thy hearse,From thy griev'd ...
She does your bidding for her honour's sake.I do your bidding and have naught but strifeSince, unlike her, alas, I'm ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
The shepherd-king of Judah's olden days,Waked his sweet harp to sing Jehovah's praise,Then this his theme was in his happy ...
In Fanscomb Barn (who knows not Fanscomb Barn?) Seated between the sides of rising Hills, Whose airy Tops o'erlook the ...
1840-1861 Thrice fortunate heWho, in the palace born, has early learn'd The lore of sweet simplicity:From smiling ...
"ROSY Bacchus and Pallas once had an affray, Where neither would precedence yield; For each seem'd determin'd on gaining the ...
Above the noise in the room below the sound of the television, the game, the laughter of our five-year old ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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