March (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
Let other bards with nobler talents sing The beauties of the mild, maturer spring. My rustic Muse on bleaker times must dwell, When ...
Let other bards with nobler talents sing The beauties of the mild, maturer spring. My rustic Muse on bleaker times must dwell, When ...
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sunDarts on the head direct his forceful rays.O'er heaven and earth, far as the ...
THE wintry wind blew loud and cold,And whirl'd in drifted heaps the snow;No moon-beam cheer'd the gloomy night,No trembling star ...
The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;And flings around its fragrance mild,And where no rival flow'rets bloom,Amid ...
IF, the rude mountain turf adorning,Some lowly flower should chance to rise,With simple charms to greet the morning;Tho' plac'd beneath ...
SUBLIME Calbassia! luxuriant tree,How soft the gloom thy bright-hued foliage throws!While from thy pulp a healing balsam flows, Whose power the ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
There be sweet wreaths upon the brow of spring,Thornless, as those which bloom in Paradise,And fresh as Love's first feelings,—bright, ...
Look down from heaven, and behold and visit this vine.Psalm lxxx. 14. The spot where I loiter'd was lonely and ...
"Sweet fragile flow'r, that bloom'st unsought, And bloom'st unseen by many an eye, Thy charms awake my pensive thought; And ...
DECEMBER hail! a vest of snowEnwraps thy shadowy form,With aspect pale and footstep slow,Thy harbinger a storm.The sun now darts ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, And ward o' mony a prayer, What heart o' stane wad thou na move, ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
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