Spring: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
My eye look'd round upon the vast expanseOf glorious Nature—and my raptured vision,Revelling in the early day-beams' waken'd glance,Saw rocks, ...
My eye look'd round upon the vast expanseOf glorious Nature—and my raptured vision,Revelling in the early day-beams' waken'd glance,Saw rocks, ...
FROM THE ITALIAN OF DANTE.I.Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move,Hear the discourse which is within my heart,Which cannot be ...
How softly, how still, are we drifting away, On the wide Sea of Life as it beckons us on, Though the sunshine ...
True BeingRich hour! is not thy gift a radiant thing?The truth here blazoned in this marble and gold,Here writ in ...
From the lustre of the internal, the exterior is clear and bright;But by intercourse with the base, there are a ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Or,A Review of my Scholastic Days"O, Festus Dies Hominis!"-O, the Joyful Day of Man!Why, (when the hours of school-day bliss ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
TH ' unfading wreath by Genius only won,Pleas'd I return to grace her favour'd son;For truth forbids her votaries to ...
WELCOME, sweet season of delight,What beauties charm the wond'ring sightIn thy enchanting reign!How fresh descends the morning dew,Whilst op'ning flow'rs ...
"OH! Passion, seducer of heart and of soul! Thou transport tyrannic! half pleasure, half pain! Why consum'st thou the breast ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
TELL ME, LOVE, when I rove o'er some far distant plain, Shall I cherish the passion that dwells in my ...
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