Starved In Prison (George Frederick Root Poems)
Had they fallen in the battle,With the old flag waving high,We should mourn, but not in anguish,For the soldier thus ...
Had they fallen in the battle,With the old flag waving high,We should mourn, but not in anguish,For the soldier thus ...
Repeat, O, Muse! the virtuous song Of him, whose bosom knew no art; Whose native measures, wild and strong, Pour'd ...
E'EN winter has its charmstho' his keen blastSeals all creationtho' his driving snowsLevel her surface, and in feather'd garbCloathe the ...
DESCRIPTION OF APATHY.IS there a gloomy cavern where, remote,The weary soul, secluded from the world,Each fond attraction broken, rests secure?'Tis ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
In pride of wit when high desire of fame Gave life and courage to my laboring pen, And first the ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, Which ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
I. A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he Was faithful to his master's will, For well he lov'd his company, ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
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