October And May (Henry James Pye Poems)
ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.: "Behold, with mild and matron mien, "With sober eye, and brow serene, "October sweep along; "Bright are ...
ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.: "Behold, with mild and matron mien, "With sober eye, and brow serene, "October sweep along; "Bright are ...
What various temples, since old Time began,Have on this little globe been rear'd bv man !What different kinds of gods ...
The vintage time is gone, but not its glory;The grapes are garnered from their leafy gloom;Yet miles of vineyards, story ...
What is there saddening in the Autumn leaves?Have they that "green and yellow melancholy"That the sweet poet spake of?—Had he ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
IN Gallia's kingdom, near a forest wild,There liv'd a peasant, and his only child;A female, to whom Nature, most unkind,Had ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt, An' wrecks a joint to square a ...
LET courtly bards, in courtly lay,Invoke the muse on New Year's day,Prophetic, future times unfold,Or tell again the tales of ...
How like the map that marks my varied wayThrough life, these pages seem!A specked piece -- a mix'd displayOf sadness, ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
The cluster of daffodils, variegated in color hiding, behind the yellow screened behind the forsythia Seeking out their stature their ...
Bright, glowing, variegated, orange, crimson, and gold fluted wine goblets, the envy of any glassworks, a credit to the artist ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine, Assist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent hardly ...
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