Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

81. The Widow 1/1/2004
82. To A Goose 1/3/2003
83. To Contemplation 1/1/2004
84. To Horror 1/1/2004
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
92. Winter 1/3/2003
93. Written On Sunday Morning 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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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

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