Ode to the Cambro-Brito (Michael Drayton Poems)
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the ...
IN the hour of twilight shadowsThe Pilgrim sire looked out;He thought of the "bloudy Salvages"That lurked all round about,Of Wituwamet's ...
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 ...
Our _Donne_ is dead; England should mourne, may say We had a man where language chose to stay And shew her gracefull ...
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled,England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world.Sailing on the Spanish Main- Everywhere ...
BEFORE him rolls the dark, relentless ocean;Behind him stretch the cold and barren sands;Wrapt in the mantle of his deep ...
OLD HAM FRESH DREST , &c. BOOTED and spurr'd,our gallant wightReturning late one winter's nightFrom toil, hard ware and duty,Took ...
OUR fellow-countrymen in chains!Slaves, in a land of light and law!Slaves, crouching on the very plainsWhere rolled the storm of ...
On the second Anniversary of our arrival inBarbados.1.TWO years have fled on downy wings away,Since we together hail'd this western ...
Read at the unveiling of the bust of Elizabeth Fry at the Friends'School, Providence, R. I.A. D. 1209.AMIDST Thuringia's wooded ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,Across the charmed bayWhose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountainsPerpetual holiday,A king ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
Children, when you sat wishing,Down last night on the sands,Beckoning moments of glory,With little helpless hands,I heard you saying and ...
I heard a boy that climbed up Dover's HillSinging _Sweet England_, sweeter for his song.The notes crept muffled through the ...
IBrothers from far-away lands, Sons of the fathers of fame,Here are our hearts and our hands- This is our song of acclaim.Lords ...
Country men of England,Who live at home with ease,And little think what dangersAre incident o' th' seas,Give ear unto the ...
Of woman was I born, and man I am.I come to teach the greatest, yet the most meekOf all true ...
And now, while the dark vast earth shakes and rocksIn this wild dream-like snare of mortal shocks,How look (I muse) ...
Moonlight and death were on the Narrow Seasmoonlight and death and sleep were on the land:blindfold the lamps of home, ...
They took dead Cromwell from his grave, And stuck his head on high;The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they ...
I 1.Farewell to Leyden's lonely bound,The Belgian Muse's sober seat;Where dealing frugal gifts aroundTo all the favorites at her feet,She ...
I.There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he,He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be- He took In his ...
Not vainly did old poets tell,Nor vainly did old genius paintGod's great and crowning miracle,The hero and the saint!For even ...
Phantom streams were in the distance — mocking lights of lake and pool —Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre ...
HARK, hark! down the century's long reaching slopeTo those transports of triumph, those raptures of hope,The voices of main and ...
In the upper circles Moves a famous manWho has had no equal Since the world began.He was once a broker Down by the ...
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