Eclogue the Second Hassan (William Taylor Collins Poems)
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day10 In silent horror o'er the desert-wasteThe driver Hassan with his camels passed.One cruse of water ...
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day10 In silent horror o'er the desert-wasteThe driver Hassan with his camels passed.One cruse of water ...
King of deserts reigns the lion; will he through his realm go riding, Down to the lagoon he paces, in the ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
What was the shriek that struck Fancy's earAs it sate on the ruins of time that is past?Hark! it floats ...
In the far-off Polar seas,Far beyond the Hebrides,Where the icebergs, towering high,Seem to pierce the wintry sky,And the fur-clad EsquimauxGlides ...
COME , SESTOS and ABYDOS , aid my song;To you these elegiac strains belong.Your griefs with mine, ye wretched cities, ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept;The grim king marked ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
Oh! once I believed in a woman's kiss, I had faith in a flattering tongue, For lip to lip was ...
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
"TIME cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale Batter the network of thy feathered mail, Lone sentry of ...
Mary of BethanyDusk in her hair,Dew in her eye,Will never wear(Woo her, win herIf you can)Bridal trappingsFor mortal man.She sits ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
There is still the wind that I remember firing the manes of horses, racing, slanting, across the plains, the wind ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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