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 ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
An Epistle Yes, yes, my friend, I quit the fond pretence To cool reflection, and unbiass'd sense; Your hands have torn away the ...
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 ...
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 ...
To Epharmostus of Opus, on his Olympic and Pythian Victories. ARGUMENT. Pindar begins the Ode with mentioning the Hymn composed ...
Now the brown woods their leafy load resign And rage the tempests with resistless force? Mantled with snow the silver mountains shine, And ...
When the still Night withdrew her sable shroud, And left those climes with steps sedate and slow; While sad Aurora, kerchief'd in ...
WRITTEN AT MINSTED IN THE NEW FOREST O rising Sun! on this auspicious day With brighter beams gild every hill and grove; Ye ...
Like clustering tents upon the embattled mead, See Vitis thick her small pavilions spread. Beneath each silken veil, with studious care Five amorous ...
Cruel the pang to hear the struggling sigh, Watch o'er the faded cheek and closing eye; See infant innocence with parting breath Its ...
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