Ode To Contemplation (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
COME Contemplation, in whose mienAwful Wisdom sits serene,Pleas'd shall the eye thy form survey;No gaudy plumage decks thy brow,Nor dazzling ...
COME Contemplation, in whose mienAwful Wisdom sits serene,Pleas'd shall the eye thy form survey;No gaudy plumage decks thy brow,Nor dazzling ...
A childhood land of mountain ways, Where earthy gnomes and forest fays, Kind, foolish giants, gentle bears, Sport with ...
TH ' unfading wreath by Genius only won,Pleas'd I return to grace her favour'd son;For truth forbids her votaries to ...
The wisdom of the world said unto me: "_Go forth and run, the race is to the brave; Perchance ...
Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;Roofless the columns and the altars bare.Shades of Olympus twine with mortal ...
WHEN young Imagination fires the soulWith her ideal prospects of delight,And soaring scorns grave Reason's sage controul,Quick thou pursu'st and ...
Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.But I have ...
DARK and conceal'd art thou, soft Evening's queen, And Melancholy's votaries that delightTo watch thee, gliding through the blue serene,Now ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Be silent you still musique of the Sphears, And every sense make haste to be all ears, And give devout ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was ...
WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the ...
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive, This lyric offering to your name, Who round your jewelled scepter bind The lilies ...
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