Pygmaeo-gera (James Beattie Poems)
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
YES, let them gather! Summon forthThe pledged philanthropy of Earth.From every land, whose hills have heardThe bugle blast of Freedom ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
A Red chief dwelling near a lake, Beneath a Western sky,Felt soon his hold on life must break, And he lay down ...
Where I was base as is the lowly plain,And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,Yet should the thoughts ...
Set me whereas the sun doth parch the greenOr where his beams do not dissolve the ice,In temperate heat where ...
Let there be light!And whereso'er the lamp rays fall,May sorrows fly like shadows, and thro allThy comings and thy goings ...
O frame me in thy love, as IThe landscape in the branches low;That none beneath the bending skyOur sylvan secret ...
Wherever a green blade looks up,A leaf lisps mystery,Whereso a blossom holds its cupA mist rings land or sea,Wherever voice ...
Go now thy way, but whereso'er thou art,If sick again for home,Know that the place forsaken in my heartIs vacant ...
But, when they were alone,--and now no more By that subduing presence overawed,-- With free tongue giving loose to wrath ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
Not as the songs of other landsHer song shall be,Where dim her purple shore-line standsAbove the sea!As erst she stood, ...
Go, gentle Muse, tis near the gloomy day Of parting-go, and bid farewell for me; Farewell to her who once ...
I.Since you have waned from us,Fairest of women!I am a darkened cageSong cannot hymn in.My songs have followed you,Like birds ...
They tie you down, a woman said,Whose cheeks should have been flaming redWith shame to speak of children so."When babies ...
Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know The cause why that homeward I me draw, And flee the ...
Father of all! In every age, In ev'ry clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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