The Sonnet-Rack (Henry Ellison Poems)
Poor Thought! stretched on Rime's Procrustean bed,And threatened, saving that it doth not killOutright, with every mortal ache and illBy ...
Henry Ellison Poems (14 Poems)
The Pen (Henry Ellison Poems)
With this, as little as it seems, can oneWork wonders! build up cities, plough the waste,Alter customs and laws, and ...
London, after Midnight (Henry Ellison Poems)
Silence broods o'er the mighty Babylon;And Darkness, his twin brother, with him keepsHis solemn watch; the wearied city sleeps,And Solitude, ...
On the Strangely Botched Endings of Some of Shakespear’s (Henry Ellison Poems)
O lame and impotent conclusion! 'TisAs some full stream should run not to the sea,But lose itself in sand, or ...
The Steam-Engine (Henry Ellison Poems)
Off, ye Mastodons, Megalosauroi vastAnd monstrous, Nature's ruder tentatives;Her clumsier essays, of which nought survivesBut fossil-bones—dread nightmares of the Past,Which ...
Illusions of Sense (Henry Ellison Poems)
The narrow senses over-ride Man's mind,And into circumscription put his Thought;Tie up the wings of th'Imagination, caughtAnd birdlimed, by the ...
Sunset (Henry Ellison Poems)
The golden foot-prints of departing DayAre fading from the ocean silently,And Twilight, stealing onward, halves the sky;One after one they ...
To Poets: Have a Good Leading-Off Rime (Henry Ellison Poems)
Take not, poetic souls, a word amiss:I mean the unweaned spirits of the age,Male, female, epicoene—'tis all the rageTo write; ...
The Sonnet (Henry Ellison Poems)
In this strait-waistcoat of poor fourteen linesOur Shakspear cramped his mighty intellect.'Tis as if Ocean should confines elect,Like tributary streams; ...
The Daisy (Henry Ellison Poems)
Sweet flower, thou art a link of memory,An emblem to the heart of bright days flown;And in thy silence too ...
Scientific Theories (Henry Ellison Poems)
O Science! proud Iconoclast, thy wayIs strewed with fragments of our reverenceAnd love—idols with small or no pretence,Right oft, upon ...
A Sunset Thought (Henry Ellison Poems)
The sun is burning with intensest lightBehind yon grove; and in the golden glowOf unconsuming Fire, it doth showLike to ...
On the Effects of Machinery (Henry Ellison Poems)
Were all these means and rich appliancesMeant merely to enable Man to makeMore money, not for the diviner sakeOf his ...
Divine Power (Henry Ellison Poems)
O God! Thou openest thy hand, and lo!Like clustered diamonds, regardlesslyScattered therefrom, the Pleiads gem the sky!Stars countless at a ...