Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

41. On The Death Of A Favourite Old Spaniel 1/1/2004
42. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet I 1/1/2004
43. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Ii 1/1/2004
44. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Iii 1/1/2004
45. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Iv 1/1/2004
46. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet V 1/1/2004
47. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Vi 1/1/2004
48. Porlock 1/3/2003
49. Rudiger - A Ballad 1/1/2004
50. Sappho - A Monodrama 1/1/2004
51. Sonnet 4/8/2010
52. Sonnet 01 1/1/2004
53. Sonnet 02 1/1/2004
54. Sonnet 03 1/1/2004
55. Sonnet 04 1/1/2004
56. Sonnet 05 1/1/2004
57. Sonnet 06 1/1/2004
58. Sonnet 07 1/1/2004
59. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
60. Sonnet 09 1/1/2004
61. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
62. The Battle Of Blenheim 1/3/2003
63. The Cataract Of Lodore 4/8/2010
64. The Complaints Of The Poor 4/8/2010
65. The Cross Roads 4/8/2010
66. The Curse Of Kehama 5/24/2003
67. The Holly-Tree 4/8/2010
68. The Old Man's Comforts And How He Gained Them 1/3/2003
69. The Pauper's Funeral 1/1/2004
70. The Race Of Banquo 1/1/2004
71. The Rose 4/8/2010
72. The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade. 4/8/2010
73. The Soldier's Wife 1/1/2004
74. The Surgeon's Warning 4/8/2010
75. The Triumph Of Woman 1/1/2004
76. The Victory 4/8/2010
77. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The First Book 4/8/2010
78. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Second Book 4/8/2010
79. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Third Book 4/8/2010
80. The Well Of St. Keyne 1/3/2003
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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