Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; In awful sounds ...
THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; In awful sounds ...
So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow'r, Whose spicy blossoms once perfum'd the gale; So press'd with tears reclines ...
Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir'd, when Echo, am'rous of the strain ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
Could he have made Priscilla share The paradise that he had planned, Llewellyn would have loved his wife As well ...
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.-(Acts ...
The plunging limbers over the shattered track Racketed with their rusty freight, Stuck out like many crowns of thorns, And ...
GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My ...
Drunk on Dragon Hill tonight, the banished immortal, Great White, turns among yellow flowers, his smile wide, as his hat ...
The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home. One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth, Then, ...
A jade cup was broken because old age came too soon to give fulfilment to hopes; after drinking three cups ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
I did not live until this time Crown'd my felicity, When I could say without a crime, I am not ...
I walk, I trust, with open eyes; I've travelled half my worldly course; And in the way behind me lies ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
When I behold how black, immortal ink Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away! Why should we stop at ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, After the drums of ...
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we ...
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
This Statue, I must confess, is magnificent to see, And I hope will long be appreciated by the people of ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, And in the osier-isle we heard them noise. We had not to ...
It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
I thank thee, friend, for the beautiful thought That in words well chosen thou gavest to me, Deep in the ...
A gallant city has been builded far In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star Of crystal even; ...
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