Old Barnard — A Monkish Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,Though his age was full fourscore; And he us'd to go Thro' hail and snow, To a ...
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,Though his age was full fourscore; And he us'd to go Thro' hail and snow, To a ...
WIDE o'er the barren plain the bleak wind flies, Sweeps the high mountain's top, and with its breath Swells the curl'd river ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
SWEET blushing Nymph, who loves to dwell In the dark forest's silent gloom; Who smiles within ...
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
Here droops the muse! while from her glowing mind, Celestial Sympathy, with humid eye, Bids the light Sylph capricious Fancy ...
HAIL! GODDESS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand'ring heart With fascinating ...
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