Florelio (Elijah Fenton Poems)
Ask not the Cause why all the tuneful Swains, Who us'd to fill the Vales with tender Strains, In deep ...
Ask not the Cause why all the tuneful Swains, Who us'd to fill the Vales with tender Strains, In deep ...
Sweet rural scene Of flocks and green! At careless ease my limbs are spread; All nature still, But yonder rill; ...
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
IT is the twilight hour, The daylight toil is done, And the last rays are departing Of the cold and ...
What splendour of imperial station man,The Tree of Life, may reach when, rooted fast,His branching stem points way to upper ...
Night comes upon the earth; and fearfully Arise the mighty winds, and sweep along In the full chorus ...
FEAR not, sweet Bird! thy flutt'ring cease,Nor deem thy freedom fled:Soon shalt thou feel thy glad release;No evil need'st thou ...
As Men in Greenland left beheld the sun From their horizon run; And thought upon the ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
Three times thrice hath winter's rough white wing Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice Since his birth whose ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur'd tear to flow In ...
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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