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 Fame (13 Poems)
Faringdon Hill. Book I (Henry James Pye Poems)
A Poem In Two BooksNow with meridian force the orb of dayPours on our throbbing heads his sultry ray;O'er the ...
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 ...
Beauty. Part II (Henry James Pye Poems)
Of all that Nature's rural prospects yield, The chrystal fountain and the flow'ry field, Enough, my Muse!-the force of Beauty trace Now in ...
Beauty. Part I. (Henry James Pye Poems)
A POETICAL ESSAY. The various powers by Nature's hand combin'd To fill with harmony the raptur'd mind; Whose forms, as diff'rent lustre they ...
Aerophorion (Henry James Pye Poems)
When bold Ambition tempts the ingenuous mind To leave the beaten paths of life behind, Sublime on Glory's pinions to arise, Urg'd by ...
The Thirteenth Olympic Ode Of Pindar (Henry James Pye Poems)
To Xenophon of Corinth, on his Victory in the Stadic Course, and Pentathlon, at Olympia. ARGUMENT. The Poet begins his ...
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 ...
October And May (Henry James Pye Poems)
ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.: "Behold, with mild and matron mien, "With sober eye, and brow serene, "October sweep along; "Bright are ...
Elegy V (Henry James Pye Poems)
Thee, sad Melpomene, I once again Invoke, nor ask the idly plaintive verse: Quit the light reed for sorrow's sober strain, And hang ...
Sent To Mr. Haley, On Reading His Epistles On Epic Poetry (Henry James Pye Poems)
What blooming garlands shall the Muses twine, What verdant laurels weave, what flowers combine, To crown their favorite Son whose generous heart Has ...