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 ...
What, wide awake, sweet stranger, wide awake?And laughing coyly at an English sun,And blessing him with smiles for having thaw'dThine ...
Ye Thirty noble Nations Confederate in One!That keep your starry stations Around the Western Sun,—I have a glorious mission, And must obey the ...
Where shall be found the niche unfill'd,—A spot unclaim'd, a field untill'd?Who may secure a vacant spaceFairly to run and ...
Men of money, shrewd and skill'd In putting capital to nurse,Ready to pull down streets, or build, If either helps to fill ...
O rapid days, electric hours, Flashing with all that kindles life,--O shifting scene of suns and showers,-- O melodrame of love and ...
England, farewell! — not lightly, nor gladly, Now, at the last, do I bid thee farewell!Hope may be smiling, but Memory ...
Be it what you will, brother,— worse than what you say,—Try to make the best of things, or beat them as you ...
I.With six defeats half mad, The hunted Bruce in his lairAt Rachrin's Isle, all sullen and sad, Lion-like brooded there:"And must I ...
Queen of the South! which the mighty Pacific Claims for its Britain in ages to be,Bright with fair visions and hopes ...
Open the casement, and up with the Sun!His gallant journey is just begun;Over the hills his chariot is roll'd,Banner'd with ...
I.Advance, Australia! On, speed on,—Stout old England's brave young son:Advance! set forth that standard on high,The bright "Southern Cross" on ...
I.Man! weak insect, poor and proud,Atom, lost amid the crowd,Ever pushing on through lifeBuffeted by sinful strife,—Man! mere drop of ...
The world is dying, its heart is cold, And well-nigh frozen dead,--A sorrowful thing it is to grow old, With all the ...
"Three friends once, in the course of conversation, Touch'd upon honesty: 'No virtue better,' Says Dick, quite lost in sweet self-admiration, 'I'm sure ...
Luck, boys, luck! — a nugget of goldBig as my fist in the blest black mould!Luck! — a gallon of ...
Raiment of needle-work,-- that is the dressFor the bride of The Lord our righteousness;Delicate lace on a vesture of gold,Richest ...
Rejoice, O Land! our golden Land! Be glad, our glorious clime!We are quit of the curse of the convict-band, We are free ...
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