Cooper’s Hill (John Denham Poems)
Sure there are poets which did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon; we therefore may supposeThose made ...
Sure there are poets which did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon; we therefore may supposeThose made ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
Wisdom's first progress is to take a viewWhat's decent or indecent, false or true.He's truly prudent who can separateHonest from ...
1A smudge for the horizonthat, on a clear day, showsthe hard edge of hills andbuildings on the other coast.Anchored boats ...
As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce,All winter drives along the darken'd air;In his own loose-revolving fields, the ...
"Look up!" cried the seaman, with nerves like steel, As skyward his glance he cast,And beheld his own son grow giddy, ...
Severn has kilns set all along her banksWhere the thin reeds grow and rushes in ranks;And the carts tip rubbish ...
Put the crown of your love on my forehead, Its sweet links clasped with a kiss,And all the great monarchs of ...
IN a Devonshire lane, as I trotted along,T'other day, much in want of a subject for song,Thinks I to myself, ...
There are places in Wales I don't go:Reservoirs that are the subconciousOf a people, troubled far downWith gravestones, chapels, villages ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
ADVIS m'est que j'oy regreterLa belle qui fut h?aulmiere,Soy jeune fille soushaicterEt parler en telle maniere:'Ha! viellesse felonne et fiere,Pourquoi ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
Kind gentlemen and ladies fair,I have a word or two to say,If you have got the time to spare,Sit down, ...
O! softly falls the moonlight On stream, and field, and tree,But I heed not its beams that around me Fall ...
I lay amid the wreck of a rude time, When men were rough as the huge beams they laid For ...
SHOULD the lone wanderer, fainting on his way,Rest for a moment of the sultry hours,And though his path through thorns ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Feeling his touch the roughness of his hands the scars from the nails where he was crucified the touch of ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
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