Sir Hornbook (Thomas Love Peacock Poems)
I.O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprungWith ardent hopes elate,And loudly blew the horn that hungBefore Sir Hornbook's gate.The inner ...
I.O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprungWith ardent hopes elate,And loudly blew the horn that hungBefore Sir Hornbook's gate.The inner ...
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,Wherein I heard a ...
Tune — "Lady Isabella's Tragedy." or "The Stepmother's cruelty."Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,Who heretofore did reignIn famed Hibernia, I will ...
Which happened in the year 1746.PHENES and HERO far retir'd,Without one wish to be admir'd,Liv'd in a lonely den;Of equal ...
Told on a Bench outside the Invalides 'T WAS the day beside the Pyramids, It seems but an hour ago, That ...
One ev'ning, as some children play'dBeneath an oak tree's summer shade,A stranger, travel-stained and gray,Beside them halted on his way.As ...
WHILE that the sun with his beams hot Scorched the fruits in vale and mountain,Philon the shepherd, late forgot, Sitting beside a ...
O, FRESH blows the gale o'er the wide mantling ocean,And proudly the frigate repels the white foam;And high beats my ...
Scene: --A MADHOUSE.Persons: --VISITOR, PHYSICIAN, AND PATIENT."Veris miscens falsa." SENECA. ------------------- ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",And let us make merry to-night, my men.Aye, those were the days ...
THE WAGER.Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,Credit, and prudence, brought them constant gains;Partners and punctual, every friend ...
Thou see'st her pictured with her shining hair, (Famed were those tresses in Provencal song,)Half braided, half o'er cheek and ...
A TALE. JACK HARDY long for lovely NANCY Had sigh'd sincere, on sea and shore;She danc'd, she sung, she drest ...
LOUD roared the tempest, Fast fell the sleet; A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening - not here - in some long-gone kingdom oh, folded close to her ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening …not here…in some long-gone kingdom O, folded close to her breast!… —our gaze ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the ...
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