Essay On War (Nathaniel Bloomfield Poems)
Man's sad necessity, destructive War,Sweeps to the grave the surplus of his sons,Where'er the kindly clime and soil inviteTo Love; ...
Man's sad necessity, destructive War,Sweeps to the grave the surplus of his sons,Where'er the kindly clime and soil inviteTo Love; ...
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
I.Sweet rural scene!Of flocks and green!At careless ease my limbs are spread;All nature stillBut yonder rill;And listening pines not o'er ...
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
By chapel bare, with walls sea-beatThe lichened urns in wilds are lostAbout a carved memorial stoneThat shows, decayed and coral-mossed,A ...
Here on this jutting headland, where the trees Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast And count his golden guineas ...
I.'Tis not too arduous an essay,To tread resolved the gospel-way;The sensual instinct to control,And warm with purer fire the soul.Nature ...
She calmly brought his sabre bright,Tempered with death;And, girding him, her all, aright,She spoke with eyes of kindling lightMore than ...
Go to the raging sea, and say, "Be still!"Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will;Preach to the storm, and ...
There is something so beseeching in the attitude of sleep, A pathetic resignation, most appealing to the heart. .There must surely ...
To the EVENING GALE.I love thee, wanton Wind ! I love thy wingTo gently winnow my recumbent form,As on the ...
Sweet rural scene Of flocks and green! At careless ease my limbs are spread; All nature still, But yonder rill; ...
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 ...
Bunny, lying in the grass,Saw the shining column pass;Saw the starry banner fly,Saw the chargers fret and fume,Saw the flapping ...
'Night. Fog. Tall through the murky gloomThe coloured lights of signals loom,And underneath my boot I feelThe long recumbent lines ...
The alarm clocks tick in a thousand furnished rooms,tick and are wound for a thousand separate dooms;all down both sides ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Caesar, the amplifier voice, announces Crime and reparation. In the barber shop Recumbent men attend, while absently The barber doffs ...
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