Eleonora : A Panegyrical (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
--A COSTLY good ; that none e'er bought or soldFor gem, or pearl, or miser's store, twice told :Save certain ...
ILong centuries ago, a mighty KingEnthron'd within his palace, gave commandTo summon all the nobles of his realm,And princes of ...
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
Sacred, O Glotta! be the following strains;Thy flow'ry borders, and thy pleasing plains,Inspire the Muse. Carnarvon, present be,I sing of ...
Thus free our social time from morning flows,Till rising shades attempt the day to close.Thus my new friend: Behold the ...
AIR.Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustainsThe various race luxuriant nature pours,And on th' immortal essences ...
I."Stay, traveller, stay thy weary steed,The sultry hour of noon is near,Of rest thy way-worn limbs have need,Stay, then, and, ...
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:I leave it all to ...
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
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 ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
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 ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
Character of ZAMOR , a bard—His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley—The Peruvian tribe ...
Storm at Land.See Tempest.Oft have I seen, when now the Farmer broughtThe Reaper to his yellow Fields, and boundHis Sheaves ...
WHO is it beams the merriest At killing a man, the laughing one? You are the one I nominate, God of the rivers ...
NOT far from Tyvy's banks and bayAn humble dwelling rose;Around its walls the woodbine twin'd,Encircled with the rose.The purple violet ...
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB NAQSH GAR-E-HADISAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB ASL-E-HAYAAT-O-MAMAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB TAAR-E-HAREER DO RAnGJIS SE BANAATI HAI ZAAT APNI QABAAY-E-SIFAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB SAAZ-E-AZAL KI FUGHAAnJIS SE DIKHAATI HAI ZAAT ...
A DEMOCRATIC ODEITHE WILD-BEESAll along the Brazos river,All along the Colorado,In the valleys and the lowlandsWhere the trees were tall ...
FATE AND SYMPATHY."NE'ER have I seen the market and streets so thoroughly empty!Still as the grave is the town, clear'd ...
Munificence.See Hospitality. Rewards.He, suppliant, in the royal Presence stands,With Boughs of peaceful Olive in his Hands:And begs the King some ...
When shall the woes of War and Discord cease!When shall the morn of Harmony arise!When shall the dawn of Concord, ...
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
DOROTHEA.As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset,Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly ...
Content.See Discontent.Let the rich Miser gather golden Gain,And live the large Possessor of the Plain:Whom Fears perpetual scare with neighb'ring ...
LET ev'ry Christian who desires to know,What to his Saviour happen'd here below,Draw near — whilst I his Incarnation tell,And ...
Years roll along; and, as they glide awayIn silent lapse, on every New-Year's day'T is claimed by custom that we ...
Where pastoral Tweed, renown'd in song,With rapid murmur flows;In Caledonia's classic ground,The hall of Arthur rose.A braver Briton never arm'dTo ...
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