Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

1. Wat Tyler - Act Iii 4/8/2010
2. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Second Book 4/8/2010
3. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
4. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Third Book 4/8/2010
5. Metrical Letter, Written From London. 4/8/2010
6. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The First Book 4/8/2010
7. Wat Tyler - Act Ii 4/8/2010
8. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
9. Wat Tyler - Act I 4/8/2010
10. Sonnet 4/8/2010
11. The Complaints Of The Poor 4/8/2010
12. The Victory 4/8/2010
13. Lord William 4/8/2010
14. Sonnet 07 1/1/2004
15. Rudiger - A Ballad 1/1/2004
16. Inscription 04 - For The Apartment In Chepstow-Castle 1/1/2004
17. Musings On A Landscape Of Gaspar Poussin 1/1/2004
18. Sappho - A Monodrama 1/1/2004
19. The Holly-Tree 4/8/2010
20. Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest 1/1/2004
21. Inscription 05 - For A Monument At Silbury-Hill 1/1/2004
22. Sonnet 09 1/1/2004
23. Jaspar 4/8/2010
24. Mary - A Ballad 1/1/2004
25. Sonnet 03 1/1/2004
26. The Cross Roads 4/8/2010
27. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Ii 1/1/2004
28. English Eclogues Ii - The Grandmother's Tale 4/8/2010
29. The Rose 4/8/2010
30. Inscription 08 - For The Cenotaph At Ermenonville 1/1/2004
31. The Surgeon's Warning 4/8/2010
32. Sonnet 02 1/1/2004
33. Sonnet 01 1/1/2004
34. English Eclogues Iii - The Funeral 4/8/2010
35. Henry The Hermit 4/8/2010
36. The Cataract Of Lodore 4/8/2010
37. To The Chapel Bell 1/1/2004
38. Inscription 07 - For A Tablet On The Banks Of A Stream 1/1/2004
39. The Race Of Banquo 1/1/2004
40. To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Robert Southey

Inchcape Rock

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.

Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

The Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.

When the Rock was hid by the surge’s swell,
The Mariners heard the ...

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Winter

A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee,
Old Winter, with a rugged beard as grey
As the long moss upon the apple-tree;
Blue-lipt, an icedrop at thy sharp blue nose,
Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way
Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows.
They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth,
Old Winter! seated in thy great armed chair,
Watching the children at their Christmas mirth;

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