The pilgrimage to Mecca (George Canning Poems)
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
Charity, Charity - parson and priest Ever in church and in chapel have taught -"Give ye in charity e'en to ...
WHITE, cold, and sacred is my chosen home, A seat for gods, a mount divine; And from the height of ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
O, ye have lost, Mountains, and moors, and meads, the radiant throng That peopled your green solitudes, and filled The ...
AFTER A CHARITY SERMON. The rich are going to their homes, The clouds of dust arise;For rich men always ...
HE.See the smoke-wreaths how they curl so lightly skywardFrom the ivied cottage nestled in the trees:Such a lovely spot-I really ...
A night of storm and wind and rain,Tall trees bowing beneath the blastThat shakes and rattles the window-pane,And a thunderous ...
Hereafter, when I no more belong to earth, I should love to return to it as a spirit, and impart ...
The month was June, the day was hot,And Philip had an orange got,The fruit was fragrant, tempting, bright,Refreshing to the ...
When I think of the weary nights and daysOf poor, hard-working folk, alwaysI see, with his head on his bosom ...
CLAD in a fog, dim Evening draws around, Adieu, thou cold, short space, a winter's day;Now chilling damp o'erspreads the ...
A star of travel shines above,The small town sleeps below,How shall I find the Mother of Love,As through the world ...
Thou Grace Divine, encircling all, A soundless, shoreless sea! Wherein at last our souls must fall, O ...
Thou Grace Divine, encircling all, A shoreless, soundless sea,Wherein at last our souls must fall,O Love of God most free!When ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Sometimes, when I am toil-worn and aweary, And tired out with working long and well, And earth is dark, and ...
Black ants have made a musty mound My purple pine tree under, And I am often to be found, Regarding ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
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