Beauty. Part I. (Henry James Pye Poems)
A POETICAL ESSAY. The various powers by Nature's hand combin'd To fill with harmony the raptur'd mind; Whose forms, as diff'rent lustre they ...
A POETICAL ESSAY. The various powers by Nature's hand combin'd To fill with harmony the raptur'd mind; Whose forms, as diff'rent lustre they ...
THERE was a youth--but woe is me :I quite forgot his name, and he,Without some label round his neck,Is like ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.: "Behold, with mild and matron mien, "With sober eye, and brow serene, "October sweep along; "Bright are ...
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
It is not that my lot is low,That bids this silent tear to flow;It is not grief that bids me ...
How dazzling white the snowy scene! deep, deep,The stillness of the winter Sabbath day, —Not even a foot-fall heard. — ...
Yes, it will be over soon.—This sickly dreamOf life will vanish from my feverish brain;And death my wearied spirit will ...
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
THE PARTING HOUR.Minutely trace man's life; year after year,Through all his days let all his deeds appear,And then though some ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
MISFORTUNE'S stings transfix the purest heart,And souls, unknown to guilt, with anguish smart.Not virtue can secure the good man's state,Nor ...
WE had a sprightly nymph--in every townAre some such sprights, who wander up and down;She had her useful arts, and ...
We who know not the charms of a glass below Zero, Come list to the lay of an Alpine Club ...
If Love were king, That sacred Love which knows not selfish pleasure, But for its children spends its fondest treasure, ...
IN vain the sprightly sun renews his course,Climbs up th' ascending signs and leads the day,While long embattled clouds repel ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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