The Coming Day (Ernest Jones Poems)
THE midnight hour is passing-the sunrise is at handThe watchers on the mountain tops are looking o'er the land,The world ...
THE midnight hour is passing-the sunrise is at handThe watchers on the mountain tops are looking o'er the land,The world ...
O! where, thou friend of mortals, say,Dost thou thy placid charms display?Thou with Innocence art join'd,Empress of the spotless mind.Thy ...
A CHAIN of hills in Asia seek,Where snow o'erspreads the summit's bleak, Throughout the live long year;While all the ...
LET a Parisian prelate lead the vanOf worthies now advancing on the stage;Surely 'twas his own mind the pious manPourtray'd, ...
I. The light of a new day was on his brow, The faith of a great dawn was ...
High mid Alverna's awful steeps, Eternal shades, and silence dwell,Save, when the gale resounding sweeps, Sad straings are faintly heard ...
While free from Force the Press remains, Virtue and Freedom chear our Plains, And Learning Largesses bestows, And keeps unlicens'd ...
Supposed to have been written in America. ILL-omen'd bird! whose cries portentous floatO'er yon savannah with the mournful wind;While, as ...
Let you not say of me when I am old,In pretty worship of my withered handsForgetting who I am, and ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Ah, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace Those faultless forms of elegance and grace! Ah, cease to spread the ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
When SUPERSTITION rul'd the land And Priestcraft shackled Reason, At GODSTOW dwelt a goodly band, Grey monks they were, and ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I ...
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