The Merchant of Venice,: A Legend of Italy (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
I believe there are fewBut have heard of a Jew,Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'In money transactions as ...
I believe there are fewBut have heard of a Jew,Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'In money transactions as ...
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
In front the awful Alpine track Crawls up its rocky stair; The autumn storm-winds drive the rack, Close o'er it, in the air. Behind ...
Part IMY loving countrymen, pray lend an ear, To this relation that I bring you here, My sufferings at large I will ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
IOf men, nay beasts; worse, monsters; worst of all,Incarnate fiends, English Italianate;Of priests, O no! mass-priests, priests-cannibal,Who make their Maker, ...
ARGUMENT.Fingal, in his voyage to Lochlin, whither he had been invited by Starno, the father of Agandecca, touched at Berrathon ...
Sect. I.The deserted Believer longing for perfect freedom from sin.Ah mournful case! what can affordContentment, when an absent LordWill now ...
ARGUMENT.Night comes on. Fingal gives a feast to his army, at which Swaran is present. The king commands Ullin his ...
I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its ...
Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and ...
Sure there are poets which did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon; we therefore may supposeThose made ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
WE were down in the Indian Ocean, after sperm, and three years out;The last six months in the tropics, and ...
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
People in the LegendFARDORROUGHA A FarmerPAUDEEN Fardorroughas Servant: a FoolSHEILA Fardorroughas WifeAISLINN A ChildTHREE WOMENSHAUN o' THE BOG A Poor ...
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;—A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below;It seems a prudent woman he had wed,With beauty that ...
I.A swift thought flashed to my mind that dayWhen I first saw you, regally tall'Mid a throng of pigmies--a very ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
Mrs. McNair Was tall and fair; Mrs. McNair was slim;She had flashing black eyes and raven hair;But a very remarkably modest air;And ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Somewhere in India, upon a time,(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,) There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublimeIt ...
IThe Swallows sangALIEN to us areYour fields, and your cotes, and your glebes;Secret our nests areAlthough they be built in ...
FATE AND SYMPATHY."NE'ER have I seen the market and streets so thoroughly empty!Still as the grave is the town, clear'd ...
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