The Children’s Dance (John Wilson Poems)
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
OPPRESSION! thou, whose hard and cruel chain,Entails on all thy victims woe and pain;Who gives with tyrant force and scorpion ...
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
Arguments and Encouragements to Gospel Ministers to avoid a Legal strain of Doctrine, and endeavour the Sinner's match with Christ ...
Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland mightRehearse this little tragedy aright;Let me attempt it with an English quill;And take, O ...
(Old English Manner.)APPRENTICED.Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot; Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.Before his arm, around the ...
IOf men, nay beasts; worse, monsters; worst of all,Incarnate fiends, English Italianate;Of priests, O no! mass-priests, priests-cannibal,Who make their Maker, ...
ARGUMENT.The action of the poem being suspended by night, Ossian takes the opportunity to relate his own actions at the ...
ARGUMENT.Lathmon, a British prince, taking advantage of Fingal's absence on an expedition to Ireland, made a descent on Morven, and ...
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
HERMANN.THEN when into the room the well-built son made his entry,Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,And with ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind ...
ARGUMENT.Fingal, in his voyage to Lochlin, whither he had been invited by Starno, the father of Agandecca, touched at Berrathon ...
TANSILLO.Now begins the enthusiast to display the affections and uncover thewounds which are for a sign in his body, and ...
PUT off thy shoes, ere thou thy God dost greet,Thy ass, before thou sacrificest, bind —Wash, ere the altar thou ...
Behind an unfrequented glade,Where yew and myrtle mix their shade,A widow Turtle pensive sat,And wept her murder'd lover's fate.The Sparrow ...
I Pause, God, and ponder, ere Thou judgest me. Though it be doomsday, and the trampling winds Rush blindly through the stark and ...
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
First, then, I say, the mind which oft we callThe intellect, wherein is seated life'sCounsel and regimen, is part no ...
I.A Golden House on golden columns raised,In redly tinted skies bespangled blazed;With opening doors diffused a gladsome light,And glorious gleams ...
_Interlocutors_:LAODOMIA. GIULIA.LAO. Some other time, oh my sister, thou wilt hear what happened tothose nine blind men, who were at ...
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
It is a summer evening, calm and fair,A warm, yet freshening glow is in the air;Along its bank, the cool ...
I.Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood;With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot ...
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