The Jamestown Anniversary Ode (James Barron Hope Poems)
* * * * * In those vast forests dwelt a race of kings, Free as the eagle when he spreads his wings-- His wings which never ...
* * * * * In those vast forests dwelt a race of kings, Free as the eagle when he spreads his wings-- His wings which never ...
Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;'Twill make your ...
It is a circumstance connected with the history of Nero, thatevery spring and summer, for many years after his death, ...
The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moanRound fane and altar overthrown ...
The smallest flower beside my path, In loveliness of bloom, Some element of comfort hath To rid my heart of gloom; But these, of ...
He sunk, the impetuous river roll'd along,The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath;And rising sad the rustling sedge among,The gale ...
O LIBERTY ! transcendant and sublime,Born on the mountain's solitary crest,NATURE thy nurse, thy SIRE exulting TIME ,TRUTH the pure ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
'Twas at that season, when the gloomOf cheerless Winter's pass'd away,And flowers spring up, with sweet perfume,To scent the breeze ...
Once upon a recent even, as I lay in fitful slumber,Weaving dreams and seeing visions vague and utterly absurd,Suddenly I ...
Now it was clear to every ShadeThat some great wonder was before them,As Tom upon the palisadeEmptied, as fast as ...
"Silent he stalk'd, and ever and anon He shudder'd, and turn'd back, saying, ""Who follows?"" Horror had blanch'd his check; ...
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit ...
'Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning,All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect;And in a ...
We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three.At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he.He had ...
We hoped to end our troubled days Far from the maddening strife, Erstwhile to chortle roundelays ...
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,Of a fine Australian squatter who had a ...
CCIWithin our lips is stored the bitterness Of the dread tree that made the meadow's bleat A cry of terror, ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
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