Lines On The Death Of The Princess Charlotte (John Anster Poems)
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and ...
ILike a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of bitter ...
Lonely musing, sadly thinking,Strength and spirits failing, sinking,Drooping, shivering, cow'ring, shrinking, In the wintry blast.Winds are howling, roaring, screaming,Thunder rolling, lightning ...
COME not with empty words that say,"Your strength of manhood wastes awayIn long, ignoble, fruitless years!"I live apart from pain ...
I In the west the sun departing Leaves the weary day asleep, And the willows trail their streamers In these waters still and deep. Flow, ...
We are not always glad when we smile: Though we wear a fair face and are gay, And the world we deceive May ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to ...
Fast by his wild resounding RiverThe listless Coran lingers ever;Still drives his heifers forth to feed,Soothed by the gorrah's humming ...
Meantime, Arbaces with his captains sat, Anxiously waiting. Wherefore came not back Their heralds, was the wonder: but the truth ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had passed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, ...
. Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From ...
Who is it rivets broken bands And stranger-hearts together,And builds with fast-decaying hands A home to last for ...
At the Midsummer, when the hay was down,Said I mournful - Though my life be in its prime,Bare lie my ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
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