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

Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair to sight,
Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown,
The waters that roll musically down
Thy woody glens, the traveller with delight
Recalls to memory, and the channel grey
Circling its surges in thy level bay.
Porlock! I shall forget thee not,
Here by the unwelcome summer rain confined;
But often shall hereafter call to mind

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