Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
Henry James Pye Poems on Anger (9 Poems)
The Parsonage Improved (Henry James Pye Poems)
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
The Triumph Of Fashion (Henry James Pye Poems)
A Vision In that bless'd season, when descending snows, In robes of virgin white, the fields inclose; When Beaux, and Belles, their rural ...
The Art Of War. Book III. (Henry James Pye Poems)
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trodWhere lie the treasures of the warrior God;Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is ...
Madness (Henry James Pye Poems)
An Epistle Yes, yes, my friend, I quit the fond pretence To cool reflection, and unbiass'd sense; Your hands have torn away the ...
The Ninth Olympic Ode Of Pindar (Henry James Pye Poems)
To Epharmostus of Opus, on his Olympic and Pythian Victories. ARGUMENT. Pindar begins the Ode with mentioning the Hymn composed ...
On The Wreck Of The Halsewell (Henry James Pye Poems)
A FRAGMENT. Now the loud winds with angry pinions sweep The laboring bosom of the stormy deep, The face of day o'erspread by ...
Ode To Beauty (Henry James Pye Poems)
I. Enchanting power! whose influence blest O'er Nature reigns with pleasing sway, Whose mild command each gentler breast Enraptur'd glories to obey: O give my ...
Elegy IV (Henry James Pye Poems)
When the still Night withdrew her sable shroud, And left those climes with steps sedate and slow; While sad Aurora, kerchief'd in ...