On Winter (George Moses Horton Poems)
When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove ...
When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove ...
E'en John the Baptist did not know Who Christ the Lord could be, And bade his own disciples go The strange event to ...
Sad Moscow, thy fate do I see,Fire! fire! in the city all cry;Like quails from the eagle all flee,Escape in ...
Thou may'st with pleasure hail the dawn,And greet the morning's eye;Remember, king, the night comes on,The fleeting day will soon ...
The king of day rides on,To give the placid morning birth;On wheels of glory moves his throne,Whose light adorns the ...
With tears I leave these academic bowers, And cease to cull the scientific flowers; With tears I hail the fair ...
When on life's ocean first I spread my sail,I then implored a mild auspicious gale;And from the slippery strand I ...
Blest Babe! it at length has withdrawn, The ...
Though with an angel's tongue I set on fire the congregations all, 'Tis but a brazen bell that I have ...
Hail happy pair from whom such raptures rise,On whom I gaze with pleasure and surprize;From thy bright rays the gloom ...
As smoke from a volcano soars in the air, The soul of man discontent mounts from a sigh, Exhaled as ...
On heaven's ethereal plain, Where hostile rage ambition first begun, When the arch rebel strove himself to reign And take ...
Thou delicate blossom; thy short race is ended,Thou sample of virtue and prize of the brave!No more are thy beauties ...
Friendship, thou balm for ev'ry ill, I must aspire to thee; Whose breezes bid the heart be still, And render ...
Bless'd hope, when Tempe takes her last long flight, And leaves her lass-lorn lover to complain, Like Luna mantling o'er ...
I know her story-telling eye Has more expression than her tongue; And from that heart-extorted sigh, At once the peal ...
Thou mayst retire, but think of me When thou art gone afar,Where'er in life thy travels be, If tost along ...
'Tis sweet to trace the setting sun Wheel blushing down the west; When his diurnal race is run, The traveller ...
Blown up with painful care and hard to light, A glimmering torch blown in a moment out, Suspended by a ...
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