Cooper’s Hill (John Denham Poems)
Sure there are poets which did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon; we therefore may supposeThose made ...
Sure there are poets which did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon; we therefore may supposeThose made ...
And on such grounds it is that those who heldThe stuff of things is fire, and out of fireAlone the ...
And on such grounds it is that those who heldThe stuff of things is fire, and out of fireAlone the ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,To welcome home mankind's mysterious friendWine, true begetter of all arts that be;Wine, privilege of ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road,Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode;Small sums were charged; few guests the ...
The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no ...
Higher, higher, ever higher,--Let thy watchword be "Aspire!" Noble Christian youth;Whatsoe'er be God's behest,Try to do that duty best In strength of ...
The righteste course in lyfe to keepe Is not to presse alwayes to runne With sayles vppe hoyste in the mayne deepe, Nor ...
Writer, whosoe'er thou art,Speaker, on whatever theme,Write and speak from heart to heart,Truly being what you seem;Thoughts and words alone ...
Who is my mother, or my brethren?He spake, and look'd on them who sat around,With a meek smile of pity ...
Knowen good devyded into three, Profytt, delighte, and honestye; And yll alsoe hathe three of name, Whiche all menn call, losse, payne, and ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
I.On thy couch of cloud reclined, Wake, O soft and sacred Wind! Soft and sacred will we name thee, Whosoe'er ...
The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet. One soft, caressing hand played with my hair, And one I ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
FLESH, I have knocked at many a dusty door, Gone down full many a midnight lane, Probed in old walls ...
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