The Progress Of A Divine: Satire (Richard Savage Poems)
All priests are not the same, be understood!Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.What's vice or virtue, sure ...
All priests are not the same, be understood!Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.What's vice or virtue, sure ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
Argument:Jack and Gill went up the hillTo draw a pail of water.Jack fell down and broke his crownAnd Gill came ...
They left their home of summer easeBeneath the lowland's sheltering trees,To seek, by ways unknown to all,The promise of the ...
IIt was my lot of late to travel farThrough all America's domain,A willing, gray-haired servitorBearing the Fiery Cross of righteous ...
The AngelsSoft and slow, soft and slow,With angels' wings of fire and snow,To rock Him gently to and fro.Fire to ...
THE BURDEN OF THE SEA.Isaiah, XXIII.THE sea hath spoken! Hear, O Earth! Where everlasting hills arise;And all the host of heaven, stand ...
Into Thy hands let me fall, 0 Lord,- Not into the hands of men,-And she thinned the ranks of the savage ...
Thee do I seek for, O my tortured Lord,Through the wide world,- I seek, but do not find;Tiger-like, serpent-like is ...
Part the First.Henry, our royall kind, would ride a huntingTo the greene forest so pleasant and faire;To see the harts ...
THOU that wouldst enter here, Hold thy breath inward with an holy fear; Put off thy shoes, thou in this ...
Thou art a radiant and imperial star,Planet! whose silver crest beams bright, afarUpon the edge of yonder eastern hill,That, nightlike, ...
The silence of the white, bedewed way Was flanked still with the songs of amorous birds, Bruiting their joy for ...
Extracts from the Prologue I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst as the Desert is ...
In Fanscomb Barn (who knows not Fanscomb Barn?) Seated between the sides of rising Hills, Whose airy Tops o'erlook the ...
(_In Japan_) Where the fair golden idols Sit in darkness and in silenceWhile the temple drum beats solemnly and slow; ...
The pendulum, with brazen din,Proclaims the midnight; we beginTo call to mind, ironically,What uses we have made of thisDead day ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
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