Robert Southey Poems
|82.||To A Goose||1/3/2003|
|85.||To Mary Wollstonecraft||1/1/2004|
|86.||To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age||1/1/2004|
|87.||To The Chapel Bell||1/1/2004|
|88.||To The Genius Of Africa||1/1/2004|
|89.||Wat Tyler - Act I||4/8/2010|
|90.||Wat Tyler - Act Ii||4/8/2010|
|91.||Wat Tyler - Act Iii||4/8/2010|
|93.||Written On Sunday Morning||1/1/2004|
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 ...
Hymn To The Penates
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain
Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall
I hang the silent harp: there may its strings,
When the rude tempest shakes the aged pile,
Make melancholy music. One Song more!
PENATES! hear me! for to you I hymn
The votive lay. Whether, as sages deem,
Ye dwell in the inmost Heaven, the COUNSELLORS
Of JOVE; or if, SUPREME OF DEITIES,