Inscription 07 – For A Tablet On The Banks Of A Stream (Robert Southey Poems)
Stranger! awhile upon this mossy bank Recline thee. If the Sun rides high, the breeze, That loves to ripple o'er ...
Stranger! awhile upon this mossy bank Recline thee. If the Sun rides high, the breeze, That loves to ripple o'er ...
Is the spider a monster in miniature? His web is a cruel stair, to be sure, Designed artfully, cunningly placed, ...
Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away On her famous quest of the Arctic ...
I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
Whether the clouds had abandoned Geneva that evening no one can say now, but what I remember are roses bruised ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
Farewell, ye tow'ring Cedars, in whose shade, Lull'd by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest, While spicy breezes hover'd o'er ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom ...
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 ...
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings ...
Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing with fleas, in rock-cleft or building radar bats are darkness in miniature, their whole face ...
Neither spite, fellow citizens, Nor forgetfulness of the shiftlessness, And the lawlessness and waste Under democracy's rule in Spoon River ...
Samuel is forever talking of his elm -- But I did not need to die to learn about roots: I, ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow, And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, ...
Sir, Our times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, And as complexions ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Whenever I go there everything is changed The stamps on the bandages the titles Of the professors of water The ...
Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream; I wish no happier one than to be laid Beneath a ...
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