The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts) (Samuel Johnson Poem)
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck and ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
v.1-13,20,21 C. M. A prayer of the afflicted. Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
O FLY thee from the shades of night, Where the loud tempests yelling rise; Where horrror wings her sullen flight ...
"What is this world?thy school, O misery! "Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." - YOUNG. LOVE, thou sportive ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur'd tear to flow In ...
SWEET BALMY HOUR! dear to the pensive mind, ...
When, in the gloomy mansion of the dead, This with'ring heart, this faded form shall sleep; When these fond eyes, ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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