The Prophecy Of Famine (Charles Churchill Poems)
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
To the Superior World to Solemn PeaceTo Regions where Delights shall never ceaseTo Living Springs and to Celestial shadeFor change ...
IN Life's first dawn, ere Reason's rayRising sheds the promis'd day,Gay Novelty officious flies,With mantle dipt in heav'nly dies;Trifles than ...
YES, she is blind! You well might doubt her doom,Seeing her softly move across the room:And from the organ, in ...
IF, when the Spirit quits her clay-built cell,With incorporeal essences to dwell,Attachments form'd on earth their force retain,And with increasing ...
SILVER Empress of the night,Smiling Cynthia chaste and bright,Listen to my artless lays,While I bless thy friendly rays.Solemn grandeur gilds ...
ON HEARING ITS AUTHENTICITY DOUBTED BYA MINISTER. To doubt thy inspiration, glorious Song!Let such dark doubts to Infidels belong,Who feign ...
RELIGION! fairest child of Heav'n,Why art thou drawn with brow austere?Sweet cherub guide to mortals giv'n,Why clad in frowns severe?Thy ...
O, summer day, pour down your love, That I may idly lieAnd watch the happy clouds that move— The Mercuries ...
I brood not now upon the printed page, A nobler voice is in mine ears to-night,A voice in every ...
FAR from the busy scenes of life,Remote from clamourous haunts of strife,What bliss salutes the mind!To search the depths of ...
(On being presented by him with a copy, painted by himself, of a rarePortrait of Calderon.)How can I thank thee ...
To Robert Penn WarrenYou hold your eager headToo high in the air, you walkAs if the sleepy deadHad never fallen ...
Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies; Think ye Nature but great, in that ...
There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man -- It hurls its barbed syllables And ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
WHILE an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; 'Twas not long since I left ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies; Think ye Nature but great, in that she ...
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