The Fall of Needwood (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
THE WIDOW'S TALE.To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,His only daughter, from her school in town;A tender, timid maid! ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;And such desire of Freedom has been shown,That ...
SWEET girl! affection's pleading voice attend,And hear the tender counsels of a friend;By friendship's pen impress'd, these lines receive,And tho' ...
IS there on earth a charm more firmly binds,Than gentle gratitude congenial minds?That Goddess now, at whose soft shrine I ...
WHEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,As mournful OSSIAN tells,Midst lofty Selma's shaded wallsHe spread the feast of shells.Each tuneful bard ...
O MUSIC! soul-enchanting nymph, advance,Thro' magic maze to guide the measur'd dance,Or aid the tremulous voice,When fired with Nature's charms ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
THOU pretty Bird, it is not here That thou art used to sing;Thou art not wont, on perch like ...
Perhaps 't is folly, but still I feelMy heart-strings quiver, my senses reel,Thinking how like a fast stream we rangeNearer ...
BIRDS will pipe another spring Songs we shall not hear, Ancient Sabbath-bell will ring Vainly for our ear. Never more ...
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
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