A Letter To Monsieur Boileau Despreaux, Occasioned By The Victory At Blenheim (Matthew Prior Poems)
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must singSuccessive conquests and a glorious King;Must of a man immortal vainly boast,And ...
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must singSuccessive conquests and a glorious King;Must of a man immortal vainly boast,And ...
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
Apollo never smote a lovelier strain, When swan-necked Hebe paused her thirsty bowl A-sparkle with its wealth of nectar-draughts To lend a list'ners ...
Move on thou floating Trophee built to fame!And bid her trump spread thy Majestick name;That the blew Tritons, and those ...
WHEN from a mighty storm far out at seaRoll in the glassy and gigantic waves,-Wreck-laden Tritons, bearing in their armsThe ...
FRESH mists of Roman dawn; For water search the cattle; Faintly on damp air sounds the shepherd's horn Above fountain Giulia's prattle. Triton, joyous ...
OF Neptune's empire let us sing,At whose command the waves obey;To whom the rivers tribute pay,Down the high mountains sliding:To ...
To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;The wanton water leaps in sport,And rattles down the pebbly shore;The dolphin wheels, ...
Halcyon days, now wars are ending.You shall find where-e'er you sailTritons all the while attendingWith a kind and gentle gale.(Thomas ...
COME , SESTOS and ABYDOS , aid my song;To you these elegiac strains belong.Your griefs with mine, ye wretched cities, ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
Sweet rural scene Of flocks and green! At careless ease my limbs are spread; All nature still, But yonder rill; ...
O ! que j'aime la solitude !Que ces lieux sacr?s ? la nuit, Eloign?s du monde et du bruit, Plaisent ...
The full, clear moon uprose and spreadHer cold, pale splendor o'er the sea;A light-strewn path that seemed to leadOutward into ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
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