Robin Hood and the Ranger (Anonymous British Poems)
When Phoebus had melted the sickles of ice,With a hey down, &c.And likewise the mountains of snow,Bold Robin Hood he ...
When Phoebus had melted the sickles of ice,With a hey down, &c.And likewise the mountains of snow,Bold Robin Hood he ...
For one short week I leave, with anxious heart,Source of my filial cares, the Full of Days,Lur'd by the promise ...
Lo! the old Sac village slumberedIn the basin of the Wabash,And the doorway of the vallies,Like some brown old matron ...
Though with an angel's tongue I set on fire the congregations all, 'Tis but a brazen bell that I have ...
Let praise to Thee, all sov'reign Pow'r, arise,Who fix'd the mountains, and who form'd the skies!Who o'er thy works extend'st ...
HAIL! temp'rate Autumn, Nymph sedate,With russet clad in simple state,Thou claim'st the votive lay;Thy dew the thirsty earth revives,Each drooping ...
Soft silken flow'r! that in the dewy vale Unfolds thy modest beauties to the morn,And breath'st thy fragrance on her ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
Delusive Hope! more transient than the ray That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed, O'er woodland glen, or breezy ...
I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
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