The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough (Joseph Addison Poems)
While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enrol your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And ...
While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enrol your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And ...
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 ...
THE FAIRY 'The present and the past thou hast beheld. It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future--Time! Unfold ...
These, as they change, Almighty Father, theseAre but the varied God. The rolling yearIs full of thee. Forth in the ...
When fell Oppression o'er the earthHer iron sceptre waved with fearful sway,To thee, dread power of War, the fiend gave ...
COME, women, children, come ye rural swains,Come praise th' Almighty for his gifts benign,Come praise our God, who ever kindly ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
ORIGIN OF IRON.Wainamoinen, thus encouraged,Quickly rises in his snow-sledge,Asking no one for assistance,Straightway hastens to the cottage,Takes a seat within ...
Sweet rural scene Of flocks and green! At careless ease my limbs are spread; All nature still, But yonder rill; ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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