Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Poems of Robert Southey

81. The Well of St. Keyne 1/3/2003
82. The Widow 1/1/2004
83. To a Goose 1/3/2003
84. To Contemplation 1/1/2004
85. To Horror 1/1/2004
86. To Mary Wollstonecraft 1/1/2004
87. To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age 1/1/2004
88. To The Chapel Bell 1/1/2004
89. To The Genius Of Africa 1/1/2004
90. Wat Tyler - Act I 4/8/2010
91. Wat Tyler - Act II 4/8/2010
92. Wat Tyler - Act III 4/8/2010
93. Winter 1/3/2003
94. Written On Sunday Morning 1/1/2004

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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