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 ...
Henry James Pye Poems on Youth (12 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ode On The Birth Of The Prince Of Wales (Henry James Pye Poems)
I.1 . The fading beam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's gentler ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory ...
“The fading gleam of parting day” (Henry James Pye Poems)
I.1. The fading gleam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's chaster ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory bright Pales ...
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 ...
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 III (Henry James Pye Poems)
The dewy morn her saffron mantle spreads High o'er the brow of yonder eastern hill; Each blooming shrub a roseate fragrance sheds, And ...
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 ...
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 ...