Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
Thus, then, did the Achaeans arm by their ships round you, O sonof Peleus, who were hungering for battle; while ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
TO THE HONORABLE WILLIAM KEPPEL, LIEUTENANT-GENERAL OF HIS MAJESTY'S FORCES, THIS POEM, TRANSLATED BY AN OFFICER AT HIS LEISURE HOURS, ...
To Xenophon of Corinth, on his Victory in the Stadic Course, and Pentathlon, at Olympia. ARGUMENT. The Poet begins his ...
To Epharmostus of Opus, on his Olympic and Pythian Victories. ARGUMENT. Pindar begins the Ode with mentioning the Hymn composed ...
Thelema's lively, all admireHer charms, but she's too full of fire;Impatience ever racks her breast,Her heart a stranger is to ...
Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal benchOf British Themis, with no mean applausePronounc'd and in his volumes taught our lawsWhich ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
On the happy entrace of Iames, our Soveraigne, to His first high Session of Parliament in this his Kingdome, the ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwineRapture must render each glance bright and ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
FRIEND of the wretched! wherefore should the eyeOf blank Despair, whence tears have ceased to flow,Be turn'd from thee?--Ah! wherefore ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
XXI Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal bench Of British Themis, with no mean applause Pronounced and in his volumes ...
XVIII Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause Pronounc't and in his volumes ...
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