The Art Of War. Book III. (Henry James Pye Poems)
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trodWhere lie the treasures of the warrior God;Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is ...
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trodWhere lie the treasures of the warrior God;Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is ...
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
Plunder.Now in the empty Isles of Juno's FanePhoenix, and dire Ulysses, chosen Guards,Watch o'er the Prey. There Trojan Treasure snatch'dFrom ...
A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry,Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart;Outside the realm where noisy schemes ...
A Song of EmptinessTo Fill up the Empty Pages FollowingVain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,Learn what thou art when ...
Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surgeOf horrible heat- the which are nowhere, norIndeed can be: but in this life ...
Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surgeOf horrible heat- the which are nowhere, norIndeed can be: but in this life ...
The autumn sun still bravely streamsAlong the tomb-girt Appian Way,And warms the heart of one who dreamsOf all its splendor ...
I.Not for themselves did human kindContrive the parts by heaven assign'd On life's wide scene to play:Not Scipio's force, nor C(Mark ...
1.OH ! blow the loud Trumpet of Wellington's fame,Let the blast echo far as the Earth's widest bounds;For the sound ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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