The Death-Raven (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger) (George Borrow Poems)
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze,Drove the light vessel through the azure seas;Upon the lofty deck, Dame Sigrid ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
The pris'ner was at large indicted, For that by thirst of gain excited, One day in July last, ...
BRITANNIA.Wretched Britannia! Hapless and undone! How have my Follies call'd this Vengeance down, And anger'd Heav'n to so severe a ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
A LITTLE old man, who was cloathed in blue,Whose wants they were many, and friends very few,And whose grief at ...
The woods were in leaf, and they cast a sweet shade;Among them walk'd Helga, the beautiful maid.The water is dashing ...
A SHEPHERD from a mountain's steepBeheld a little wand'ring sheep;With anxious eye he watch'd it long,Creeping the briars and thorns ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
When first Apollo got my brain with Childe,He made large promise never to beguile,But like an honest Father, he would ...
WRITTEN AT A TIME OF GREAT MENTAL DISTRESS. AND art thou he? said Saul, so young, so fair,Stripling, can'st thou ...
AH, tell me, little mournful MOOR,Why still you linger on the shore?Haste to your play-mates, haste away,Nor loiter here with ...
SEE how Britannia droops her head,This gloomy hour she sees,And weeps to find AUGUSTUS laidDepriv'd of health and ease.She anxious ...
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
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