The Change (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
AH! what enchanting scenes the eye beholds,When Spring her tender buds unfolds,To meet the rising blush of morn,And smiling green ...
A Shepherd seeking with his Lass To shun the Heat of Day;Was seated on the shadow'd Grass, Near which ...
NOW thickening darkness spreads her solemn shade,What awful sounds the startled ear invade,Awake the hallow'd silence of the night,And strike ...
ON Albion's favour'd shores againWhat shouts of conquest strike the ear!Victorious on the watry plain,Her warlike sons appear.Let France, in ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
Where the remote Bermudas ride In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd, From a small Boat, that row'd along, The listning Winds ...
You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Skies, What mean these Infants which of late Spring ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
Done into Verse, 1653. Bless'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way ...
How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hoasts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are! Where thou do'st dwell ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
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