My Ode And Three Sonnets (As First Published On The Coronation Of Queen Victoria, June 28, 1838) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
I.All joy to thee, my country, and my pride!Be the glad muse my patriot lay to guide; Suggest the thought, and ...
I.All joy to thee, my country, and my pride!Be the glad muse my patriot lay to guide; Suggest the thought, and ...
A voice of lamentation From the islands of the Sea!Alas, thou sorrowing Nation, Bereaved — alas for thee!The wail as of a ...
What, wide awake, sweet stranger, wide awake?And laughing coyly at an English sun,And blessing him with smiles for having thaw'dThine ...
Pent the wynds and closes narrow, Breathing pestilential air,Crush'd beneath oppression's harrow, Faint with famine, bow'd with care,—Gaunt Affliction's sons and daughters! Why ...
Poor Monsieur d'Alveron! I well rememberThe day I visited his ruinous cot,And heard the story of his fallen fortunes.It was ...
I.Beautiful Alice, serene little saint, My treasure!— O better than mine,—What mind can imagine, or eloquence paint Thy gladness and glory divine?A ...
Lottery tickets every day,-- And ever drawn a blank:Yet none the less we pant and pray For prizes in that bank:Morn by ...
Poor Arctic! once awhile my floating home Full of kind faces, my right royal yacht, Alas! how swift and terrible a lotHas ...
Yet — Patchie still lives! — We can hope and believe it,— The poor little cat to good Harry so dear:It ...
When, O when, shall the life of a Man Be worth a Man's while to live?When, to this old White-Slavery plan Its ...
World of sorrow, care, and change, Even to myself I seem,As adown thy vale I range, Wandering in a dream:All things are ...
O places, and faces, and things that are past,O changes on changes that followed so fast,O life, full of care, ...
My own little darling -- dead!The dove of my happiness fled! Just Heaven, forgive, But let me not liveNow my poor babe ...
Nothing lasts that is not good; Nothing stands that is not true:--What a thing misunderstood, What a thought kept out of view!O ...
Writer, whosoe'er thou art,Speaker, on whatever theme,Write and speak from heart to heart,Truly being what you seem;Thoughts and words alone ...
Life without love! -- Ah, what a wail goes up From this poor world of manifold distress,-- What thousands drink the dregs ...
Once again my spirit waitsAt a morrow's golden gates,As in resurrection thereWith the frankincense of prayer:Once again from slumbers deep,From ...
Hush! how heavily droops the night In sultry silence, calm as death;Gloomy and hot, and yet no light, Save where the glow-worm ...
The world is dying, its heart is cold, And well-nigh frozen dead,--A sorrowful thing it is to grow old, With all the ...
I.My pretty one beneath the sod, My pretty one beyond the sky,My darling gone to be with God, And nevermore to moan ...
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