The Life And Death Of Tom Thumb (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
In Arthur's court Tom Thumb did live, A man of mickle might ;The best of all the table round, ...
In Arthur's court Tom Thumb did live, A man of mickle might ;The best of all the table round, ...
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
"YE nations of Europe! arising to war, And scorning submission to tyranny's might Oh! follow the track of my bright ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
Resign'd! —I am resign'd, if Heaven so will,To tread awhile the subterranean pathThat leads me to my Father and my ...
"THO' dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, Tho' life is a desert, and cheerless the way; Yet still ...
"BLOW, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee, Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy ...
"HOW long, oh, my faithful companion and guide! Thou hast wafted o'er deserts my car! How oft, oh, my rein-deer! ...
"O'ER flowery fields of waving maize, The breeze of morning lightly plays; Arise, my Zumia! let us rove, The cool ...
SUBLIME is thy prospect, thou proud-rolling Ocean, And Fancy surveys thee with solemn delight;When thy mountainous billows are wild ...
WE two have sate and sung together Full oft that old familiar strain; Ah, Friend! who now shall tell us ...
My seat was the strand of the southern shore,The salt wave bath'd my feet,I lov'd to list to the ocean's ...
"SUBLIME is thy prospect, thou proud-rolling Ocean, And Fancy surveys thee with solemn delight; When thy mountainous billows are wild ...
Why breathes my anxious heart the frequent sigh?Why from my eye-balls drop the ready tear?Is it to mark how present ...
I saw beneath its native stemThe sever'd Vine-branch layed,The dews were fresh upon its cheek,The sun-beam on its head.The new-blown ...
As the child knows not if his mother's faceBe fair; nor of his elders yet can deemWhat each most is; ...
A sun-beam slants along that line of trees,Mottling those frosty boughs with beauteous shade,Whose leafy skirts, swayed by the passing ...
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My morning-soul and sacrifice: Then we must needs ...
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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