Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
Fair shines the sun, but with a meekened smileRegretful, on the variegated woodsAnd glittering streams, where floats the hazel spray,The ...
Description of Peru, and of its Productions—Virtues of the People;and of their Monarch, ATALIBA —His love for ALZIRA —Their Nup-tials ...
Now early shepheards ore ye meadow pass,And print long foot-steps in the glittering grass;The Cows unfeeding near the cottage stand,By ...
'TIS now the fourth revolving age,Since Hellas bow'd beneath the rageOf Othman's stormy sway;Whose deep'ning gloom and horror spreadTill all ...
"I see a people scattered like a flock,Some royal mastiff panting at their heelsWith all the savage thirst a tiger ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him" Shall hearts that beat no base retreat In youth's magnanimous ...
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