Taste: An Epistle To A Young Critic (John Armstrong Poems)
Range from Tower--hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t'utmost Grosvenor--street:Take in your route both Gray's and Lincoln's ...
Range from Tower--hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t'utmost Grosvenor--street:Take in your route both Gray's and Lincoln's ...
O parent of each lovely Muse,Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse,O'er all my artless songs preside,My footsteps to thy temple ...
1 When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes2 First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose;3 Each change of many-colour'd life ...
AVON. WRITTEN DURING THE STRATFORD JUBILEE. From the clear stream that o'er her grotto flows The silver-slipper'd Avon slowly rose, And pensive on ...
I.Believe me, Edwards, to restrainThe licence of a railer's tongueIs what but seldom men obtainBy sense or wit, by prose ...
Thou who such weary Length hast past,Where wilt thou rest, mad Nymph, at last?Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted Cell,Where ...
O youths and virgins: o declining eld:O pale misfortune's slaves: o ye who dwellUnknown with humble quiet; ye who waitIn ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistressNo Boadicia nor ThalestrissNor shall I e'er be famed hereafterFor such a Soul as ...
PERFORMED BY A FAMILY PARTY ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF MR. AND MRS. C.'S MARRIAGE"To wake the soul by tender strokes ...
WHAT glorious vision charms my wond'ring sight!A Goddess with benignant smile appears;Her graceful form, attir'd in robes of light,And in ...
E—-A scorns to make her Audience weep,She's better bred,—composes them to sleep;L? Tendre—Virtue—load the wearied Page,'Tis a-la-mode P?ri—no buskin Rage—Not ...
Dear friend, if there be any bond Which friendship wins not much beyond-So old and fond, since thought began-It may ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover's ...
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd ...
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