The Armada (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ...
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ...
LADY, I loved you all last year,How honestly and well --Alas! would weary you to hear,And torture me to tell;I ...
IT is a goodly sight through the clear air,From Hampstead's heathy height, to see at onceEngland's vast capital in fair ...
When red-nosed Winter takes the road,An icicle his walking-stick,When frost is on the woodman's load,And snow is falling fast and ...
High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways,Venturous, frank, romantic, vehement,All with inviolate honor sealed and blent,To the axe-edge that cleft ...
Chaucer is dead; and Gower lies in grave;The Earl of Surrey long ago is gone;Sir Philip Sidney's soul the heavens ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
MISTRESS TOWLThere was an Old Woman named TowlWho went out to Sea with her Owl, But the Owl was Sea-sick ...
Now sit thee down, Melpomene, Wrapp'd in a sea-coal robe, And tell the doleful tragedy ...
She struck one night on a sunken ledgeOff the Scillies, homeward bound,Four months out for the Surrey DocksWith deals from ...
At Box Hill, SurreyA modern hour from London (as we spin Into a silver thread the miles of space Between ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
There runs a road by Merrow Down-- A grassy track to-day it is-- An hour out Guildford town, Above the ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
While summer suns o'er the gay prospect play'd, Through Surrey's verdant scenes, where Epsom spread 'Mid intermingling elms her flowery ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
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