Vision Of Columbus – Book 8 (Joel Barlow Poems)
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,Veil'd the wide world-when sudden shades of nightMove o'er the ethereal vault; the ...
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,Veil'd the wide world-when sudden shades of nightMove o'er the ethereal vault; the ...
Dramatis Personae.Werner--Misanthrope.Manuel--a cottager.Albert--his son.Rebecca--wife to Manuel.Rose--his daughter.Spirits.An aerial chorus.A fountain near the summit of a mountain, from which, through adeep ...
'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembersAll the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried ...
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith ...
Around Sebago's lonely lakeThere lingers not a breeze to breakThe mirror which its waters make.The solemn pines along its shore,The ...
Around Sebago's lonely lakeThere lingers not a breeze to breakThe mirror which its waters make.The solemn pines along its shore,The ...
UPON THE LOSS OF HER CHILDREN'S PHOTOGRAPHS AT SEAHast thou no mercy, wind, that thou should'st tear from me,All that ...
How pleasant is the morning!How innocent and bright!How pretty and surprisingTo see the sun uprising,A ball of golden light!While sleepy ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
Resign'd! —I am resign'd, if Heaven so will,To tread awhile the subterranean pathThat leads me to my Father and my ...
THOU pretty Bird, it is not here That thou art used to sing;Thou art not wont, on perch like ...
The kine of my father, they are straying from my keeping; The young goat's at mischief, but little can I ...
Upon the shore young Una lies, A smile upon her mouth; Soft breezes kiss her heavy hair, Slow blowing from ...
But, oh! the night—the cool, luxurious night,Which closes round us when the day grows dim,And the sun sinks from his ...
Where are you--you whose loving breathAlone can stay my soul from death?The world's so wide, I seek it through,Yet--dare I ...
Suspended lion face Spilling at the centre Of an unfurnished sky How still you stand, And how unaided Single stalkless ...
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