A Description Of One Of The Pieces Of Tapistry At Long-Leat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
'Eroes? Orright. You 'ave it 'ow yeh like. Throw up yer little 'at an' come the glad;But not too much ...
October 21: 1805Heard ye the thunder of battle Low in the South and afar?Saw ye the flash of the death-cloud ...
1902 version: Land of hope and glory, Mother of the free, ...
TO THE QUEENLADY and Queen, for whom our laurels twine, Upon whose head the glories of our land ...
THE bloody swath of Swedes and Geatsand the storm of their strife, were seen afar,how folk against folk the fight ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
POPE'S ODYSSEY. OH ! lay me by yon peaceful streamThat glides away so softly slow,Where boughs exclude the noon-day beam,And ...
ON HER APPROACHING MARRIAGE. Since now thou art about to leave Thy father's quiet house, And all the phantoms and ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay, In ruin vast, the strength of Italy, And Fate had doomed Hesperia's valleys ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the ...
MORNINGThe breeze awakes with morn's first ray,Like childhood roused from sleep to play;The sunshine, like a fairy sprite,Comes to undo ...
COMETH a voice:-'My children, hear; From the crowded street and the close-packed mart I call you back with my ...
"YE nations of Europe! arising to war, And scorning submission to tyranny's might Oh! follow the track of my bright ...
I Gloom! An October like November; August a hundred thousand hours, And all September, A hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,And ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Bearing ...
WHITE, cold, and sacred is my chosen home, A seat for gods, a mount divine; And from the height of ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
June: 1857 Fourteen, all told, no more, Pack'd close within the door ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
I am a decay'd macaroni, My lodging's up three pair of stairs; My cheeks are grown wondrously bony, And grey, ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
Silent I have stood and borne it, hoping still from year to yearThat the pleading voice of justice you would ...
"Fair were our nation's visions, and as grandAs ever floated out of fancy-land; Children we were in simple faith, ...
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