Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,"How often must it love, how often hate,"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,"Conceal, ...
THE Banker's dinner is the stateliest feastThe town has heard of for a year, at least;The sparry lustres shed their ...
AND there the island lay, the waves aroundHad never known a storm; for the north windWas charm'd from coming, and ...
I come, I come! ye have called me long;I come o'er the mountains, with light and song.Ye may trace my ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
Farewell, ye tow'ring Cedars, in whose shade, Lull'd by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest, While spicy breezes hover'd o'er ...
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