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 ...
TO THE HONORABLE WILLIAM KEPPEL, LIEUTENANT-GENERAL OF HIS MAJESTY'S FORCES, THIS POEM, TRANSLATED BY AN OFFICER AT HIS LEISURE HOURS, ...
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trodWhere lie the treasures of the warrior God;Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is ...
An Epistle Yes, yes, my friend, I quit the fond pretence To cool reflection, and unbiass'd sense; Your hands have torn away the ...
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 ...
To Epharmostus of Opus, on his Olympic and Pythian Victories. ARGUMENT. Pindar begins the Ode with mentioning the Hymn composed ...
A FRAGMENT. Now the loud winds with angry pinions sweep The laboring bosom of the stormy deep, The face of day o'erspread by ...
O Happiness! thou wish of every mind, Whose form, more subtle than the fleeting air, Leaves all thy votaries wandering far behind, Eludes ...
Of toil you say a moderate share In each pursuit should rise, Too much may make our hearts despair, Too little we despise: In ...
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