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 Money & Wealth (11 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 I (Henry James Pye Poems)
O Happiness! thou wish of every mind, Whose form, more subtle than the fleeting air, Leaves all thy votaries wandering far behind, Eludes ...
Elegy II (Henry James Pye Poems)
Now the brown woods their leafy load resign And rage the tempests with resistless force? Mantled with snow the silver mountains shine, And ...
The Vine (Henry James Pye Poems)
Like clustering tents upon the embattled mead, See Vitis thick her small pavilions spread. Beneath each silken veil, with studious care Five amorous ...
Epitaph On Charles D’Aussey, Esquire (Henry James Pye Poems)
IN HOLY-ROOD CHURCH, SOUTHAMPTON. When Pomp, when Wealth, when Greatness sink to dust, Though Vanity adorn the splendid bust, Sincerer drops of tributary ...