Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

1. A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her 4/8/2010
2. After Blenheim 4/8/2010
3. Ariste 1/3/2003
4. Birth-Day Ode 01 1/1/2004
5. Birth-Day Ode 02 1/1/2004
6. Birth-Day Ode 03 1/1/2004
7. Botany Bay Eclogues 02 - Elinor 1/1/2004
8. Botany Bay Eclogues 03 - Humphrey And William 1/1/2004
9. Botany Bay Eclogues 05 - Frederic 1/1/2004
10. Donica - A Ballad 1/1/2004
11. English Eclogues I - The Old Mansion-House 4/8/2010
12. English Eclogues Ii - The Grandmother's Tale 4/8/2010
13. English Eclogues Iii - The Funeral 4/8/2010
14. English Eclogues Iv - The Sailor's Mother 4/8/2010
15. English Eclogues V - The Witch 4/8/2010
16. English Eclogues Vi - The Ruined Cottage 4/8/2010
17. Go, Valentine 1/3/2003
18. God's Judgment On A Wicked Bishop 1/3/2003
19. Henry The Hermit 4/8/2010
20. High In The Air Exposed 1/3/2003
21. His Books 1/4/2003
22. Hold Your Mad Hands 1/3/2003
23. Hymn To The Penates 1/1/2004
24. Inchcape Rock 1/3/2003
25. Inscription 01 - For A Tablet At Godstow Nunnery 1/1/2004
26. Inscription 02 - For A Column At Newbury 1/1/2004
27. Inscription 03 - For A Cavern That Overlooks The River Avon 1/1/2004
28. Inscription 04 - For The Apartment In Chepstow-Castle 1/1/2004
29. Inscription 05 - For A Monument At Silbury-Hill 1/1/2004
30. Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest 1/1/2004
31. Inscription 07 - For A Tablet On The Banks Of A Stream 1/1/2004
32. Inscription 08 - For The Cenotaph At Ermenonville 1/1/2004
33. Jaspar 4/8/2010
34. Lord William 4/8/2010
35. Mary - A Ballad 1/1/2004
36. Metrical Letter, Written From London. 4/8/2010
37. Musings On A Landscape Of Gaspar Poussin 1/1/2004
38. My Days Among The Dead Are Past 1/3/2003
39. Ode Written On The First Of December 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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