The Witches’ Brew (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,When earth was empty, waiting still for man,Before the breath of life to ...
In such a Night, when every louder WindIs to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;And only gentle Zephyr fans his Wings, ...
Daughter of grave reflection, gentle power,Whose dictates oft improve the lonely hour,Kind melancholy come!I seek thy friendly aid;Beneath thy hallow'd ...
I. Birds find their longings in the eaves; Bats have their homes in sewer and drain; Torpid, beneath the last ...
O! friend of Solitude, appear,O! nymph to Contemplation dear,Who oft invokes thy aid;Amid the busy cares of day,No moment owns ...
Listen to the tramping! Oh, God of pity, listen! Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all unmolested, While the echo ...
Are those the haunts where genius loves to dwell?-Those dreary, mournful, melancholy shades?You who have trod the doleful mazes tellWhat ...
YE children of Pleasure, come hither and see A sight that shall check your irreverent glee! Ye children of Woe, ...
Before you leave my hands' abusesTo lie where many odd things meet you,Neglected darkling of the Muses,I, the last of ...
HOW happy in his reed-roof'd cot,The rural peasant's humble lot,Who with the soaring lark foregoes,At early dawn his sweet repose:Round ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the ...
"Only a pound," said the auctioneer, "Only a pound; and I'm standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss -- ...
'Twas in a certain regiment of French Grenadiers, A touching and beautiful custom was observed many years; Which was meant ...
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