Poems from different poets all around the world. Thousands of poems and poets. Search for poems and poets using the Poetry Search Engine. PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of poems and poets. Poetry Search Engine< POEMHUNTER.COM - All Poems - Read Poem 10/4/2015 11:06:56 AM Emblems Of Love She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Poems 5/14/2014 2:50:00 AM From 'Vashti' WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beautya Where are the bounds of ita Yea, what is all The world, but an awning scaffolded amid The waste perilous Eternity, to lodge Poems 6/29/2014 11:34:00 PM Song From Judith 3 BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That all day dazzled eyes to tears, Poems 7/2/2014 5:17:00 PM The Sale Of Saint Thomas Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over the seas, Along which the intent prows wonderfully Nose like lean hounds, and tack their journeys out, Poems 2/19/2014 10:02:00 AM Hymn To Love We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken: Poems 2/17/2014 4:03:00 PM Epitaph ir, you shall notice me: I am the Man; I am Good Fortune: I am satisfied. All I desired, more than I could desire, Poems 7/2/2014 8:22:00 AM Margaret's Song Too soothe and mild your lowland airs for one whose hope is gone: I'm think of the little tarn, Brown, very lone. Poems 7/9/2014 7:53:00 PM Ryton Firs The Dream All round the knoll, on days of quietest air, Secrets are being told; and if the trees Poems 2/19/2014 10:03:00 AM The Stream's Song Make way, make way, You thwarting stones; Room for my play, Serious ones. Poems 7/2/2014 4:03:00 AM Witchcraft: New Style The sun drew off at last his piercing fires. Over the stale warm air, dull as a pond And moveless in the grey quieted street, Poems 2/17/2014 12:09:00 PM Hope And Despair Said God, 'You sisters, ere ye go Down among men, my work to do, I will on each a badge bestow: Hope I love best, and gold for her, Poems 7/14/2014 6:28:00 PM Roses Can Wound Roses can wound, But not from having thorns they do most harm; Often the night gives, starry-sheen or moon'd, Deep in the soul alarm. Poems 7/12/2014 5:56:00 AM The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare The Lord my pasture shall prepare And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply And guard me with a watchful eye; Poems 6/30/2014 5:57:00 PM A Letter From Italy While you, my Lord, the rural shades admire, And from Britannia's public posts retire, Nor longer, her ungrateful sons to please, For their advantage sacrifice your ease; Poems 2/11/2014 7:53:00 AM Spacious Firmament On High, The The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame Their great Original proclaim. Poems 7/2/2014 5:42:00 AM The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim, Proud in their number to enrol your name; While emperors to you commit their cause, And Anna's praises crown the vast applause; Poems 2/19/2014 10:04:00 AM Ode The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim: Poems 6/27/2014 7:09:00 PM Hymn THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Poems 6/30/2014 9:47:00 PM The Spacious Firmament On High The Spacious Firmament on high, With all the blue Ethereal Sky, And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame, Their great Original proclaim: Poems 7/2/2014 3:50:00 AM How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord! How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defense! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. Poems 7/1/2014 9:47:00 PM The Spacious Firmament The Spacious Firmament on high, With all the blue Ethereal Sky, And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame, Poems 7/11/2014 6:02:00 AM A Poem To His Magesty, Presented To The Lord Keeper. To The Right Hon. Sir John Somers, Lord Keeper If yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs, Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares; If yet your time and actions are your own; Poems 7/17/2014 10:34:00 AM A Song For St. Cecilia's Day, At Oxford I. Cecilia, whose exalted hymns With joy and wonder fill the blest, In choirs of warbling seraphims Poems 2/19/2014 1:03:00 PM An Account Of The Greatest English Poets Since, dearest Harry, you will needs request A short account of all the Muse possest, That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's Times, Poems 2/18/2014 1:11:00 AM An Ode For St. Cecilia's Day I. Prepare the hallow'd strain, My Muse, Thy softest sounds and sweetest numbrs chuse; the bright Cecilia's praise rehearse, Poems 2/19/2014 8:03:00 PM Hope Our lives, discoloured with our present woes, May still grow white and shine with happier hours. So the pure limped stream, when foul with stains Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM Immortality O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright, profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight, Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, Poems 7/10/2014 3:25:00 AM On The Lady Manchester While haughty Gallia's dames, that pread O'er their pale cheeks, an artful red, Beheld this beauteous stranger there Poems 7/8/2014 7:18:00 PM Prologue To Steele's Tender Husband In the first rise and infancy of farce, When fools were many, and when plays were scarce The raw unpractis'd authors could, with ease, Poems 2/17/2014 7:16:00 PM Psalm 23 : The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare The Lord my pasture shall prepare And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply And guard me with a watchful eye; Poems 7/2/2014 10:10:00 PM To Mr. Dryden How long, great Poet, shall thy sacred lays Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praisea Can eneither injuries of time, or age, Poems 7/10/2014 9:55:00 AM When All Thy Mercies, O My God When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise. Poems 2/19/2014 10:12:00 AM When Rising From The Bed Of Death When rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appeara Poems 7/8/2014 11:48:00 PM Ode On A Sermon Against Glory Come then, tell me, sage divine, Is it an offence to own That our bosoms e'er incline Toward immortal glory's thronea Poems 7/14/2014 6:28:00 PM Ode To The Country Gentlemen Of England Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while Dost thou presumea O inexpert in arms, Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile, With dreams of hope, these near and loud alarmsa Poems 5/17/2014 6:46:00 PM Pleasures Of Imagination, The BOOK I With what attractive charms this goodly frame Of Nature touches the consenting hearts Poems 5/18/2014 2:41:00 AM The Pleasures Of Imagination With what attractive charms this goodly frame Of Nature touches the consenting hearts Of mortal men; and what the pleasing stores Which beauteous imitation thence derives Poems 5/14/2014 6:12:00 PM Ode Ix. To Curio Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fame Since I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell: Eager through endless years to sound thy name, Proud that my memory with thine should dwell. Poems 5/18/2014 6:01:00 PM The Complaint AWAY! away! Tempt me no more, insidious Love: Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove: Poems 7/13/2014 12:52:00 AM For A Column At Runnymede Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here While Thames among his willows from thy view Retires; O stranger, stay thee, and the scene Around contemplate well. This is the place Poems 7/8/2014 5:59:00 AM Hymn To Science Science! thou fair effusive ray From the great source of mental day, Free, generous, and refin'd! Poems 5/14/2014 5:47:00 PM The Nightingale To-night retired, the queen of heaven With young Endymion stays; And now to Hesper it is given Awhile to rule the vacant sky, Poems 5/16/2014 3:18:00 AM Amoret If rightly tuneful bards decide, If it be fix'd in Love's decrees, That Beauty ought not to be tried But by its native power to please, Poems 7/7/2014 4:55:00 PM Complaint, The Away! away! Tempt me no more, insidious Love: Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove: Poems 7/9/2014 1:35:00 AM Nightingale, The To-night retired, the queen of heaven With young Endymion stays; And now to Hesper it is given Awhile to rule the vacant sky, Poems 2/19/2014 8:03:00 PM A Song The Shape alone let others prize, The Features of the Fair; I look for Spirit in her Eyes, Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM Ambition And Content: A Fable While yet the world was young, and men were few, Nor lurking fraud, nor tyrant rapine knew, In virtue rude, the gaudy arts they scorn'd, Poems 2/17/2014 3:29:00 PM Female Beauty Felices ter et amplius Quos irrupta tenet Copula, nec malis Divulsus querimoniis, Suprema citius solvet amor die. Poems 7/13/2014 12:52:00 AM Friendship And Love In vain thy lawless Fires contend with mine, Tho' Crouds unnumber'd fall before thy Shrine; Let Youths, who ne'er aspir'd to noble Fame, Poems 2/17/2014 8:20:00 PM Inscriptions: I: For A Grotto To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call Actæa, daughter of the neighbouring stream, This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine, Poems 7/13/2014 10:50:00 PM Inscriptions: Ii: For A Statue Of Chaucer At Woodstock Such was old Chaucer. such the placid mien Of him who first with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM Inscriptions: Iii: Whoe'Er Thou Art Whose Pat In Summer Lies Whoe'er thou art whose path in summer lies Through yonder village, turn thee where the grove Of branching oaks a rural palace old Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM Inscriptions: Iv: O Youths And Virgins O youths and virgins: o declining eld: O pale misfortune's slaves: o ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet; ye who wait Poems 7/10/2014 6:15:00 PM Inscriptions: Ix: Me Tho' In Life's Sequester'D Vale Me tho' in life's sequester'd vale The Almighty sire ordain'd to dwell, Remote from glory's toilsome ways, And the great scenes of public praise; Poems 7/10/2014 11:18:00 PM Inscriptions: Vi: For A Column At Runnymede Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here, While Thames among his willows from thy view Retires; o stranger, stay thee, and the scene Poems 7/10/2014 11:18:00 PM Inscriptions: Vii: The Wood Nymph Approach in silence. 'tis no vulgar tale Which I, the Dryad of this hoary oak, Pronounce to mortal ears. The second age Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM Inscriptions: Viii: Ye Powers Unseen Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bards of Greece Erected altars; ye who to the mind More lofty views unfold, and prompt the heart Poems 7/13/2014 10:50:00 PM Love: An Elegy Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known, Too long to Love hath reason left her throne; Too long my genius mourn'd his myrtle chain, Poems 2/19/2014 10:16:00 AM Ode I: The Preface I. On yonder verdant hilloc laid, Where oaks and elms, a friendly shade, O'erlook the falling stream, Poems 2/17/2014 4:32:00 PM Ode I: The Remonstrance Of Shakespeare If, yet regardful of your native land, Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand, Lo, from the blissful bowers where heaven rewards Poems 5/18/2014 6:33:00 AM Ode Ii: On The Winter-Solstice I The radiant ruler of the year At length his wintry goal attains; Soon to reverse the long career, Poems 2/19/2014 2:07:00 PM Ode Ii: To Sleep I. Thou silent power, whose welcome sway Charms every anxious thought away; In whose divine oblivion drown'd, Poems 2/17/2014 5:29:00 PM Ode Iii: To A Friend, Unsuccessful In Love I. Indeed, my Phædria, if to find That wealth can female wishes gain Had e'er disturb'd your thoughtful mind, Poems 2/19/2014 1:10:00 PM Ode Iii: To The Cuckow I. O rustic herald of the spring, At length in yonder woody vale Fast by the brook I hear thee sing; Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM Ode Iv: Affected Indifference. To The Same I. Yes: you contemn the perjur'd maid Who all your favorite hopes betray'd: Nor, though her heart should home return, Poems 7/19/2014 4:20:00 AM Ode Iv: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country I. 1. How oft shall i survey This humble roof, the lawn, the greenwood shade, The vale with sheaves o'erspread, Poems 2/17/2014 5:31:00 PM Ode Ix: At Study I. Whither did my fancy straya By what magic drawn away Have I left my studious themea Poems 7/19/2014 4:20:00 AM Ode Ix: To Curio I. Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fame Since I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell: Eager through endless years to sound thy name, Poems 5/21/2014 6:44:00 PM Ode V: Against Suspicion I. Oh fly! 'tis dire Suspicion's mien; And, meditating plagues unseen, The sorceress hither bends: Poems 2/17/2014 6:30:00 PM Ode V: On Love Of Praise I. Of all the springs within the mind Which prompt her steps in fortune's maze, From none more pleasing aid we find Poems 7/19/2014 4:22:00 AM Ode Vi: Hymn To Cheerfulness How thick the shades of evening close! How pale the sky with weight of snows! Haste, light the tapers, urge the fire, Poems 5/26/2014 2:47:00 AM Ode Vi: To William Hall, Esquire: With The Works Of Chaulieu I. Attend to Chaulieu's wanton lyre; While, fluent as the sky-lark sings When first the morn allures it's wings, Poems 2/17/2014 7:30:00 PM Ode Vii: On The Use Of Poetry I. Not for themselves did human kind Contrive the parts by heaven assign'd On life's wide scene to play: Poems 7/19/2014 4:22:00 AM Ode Vii: To The Right Reverend Benjamin Lord Bishop Of Winchester I. 1. For toils which patriots have endur'd, For treason quell'd and laws secur'd, In every nation Time displays Poems 2/17/2014 7:31:00 PM Ode Viii: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide I. If rightly tuneful bards decide, If it be fix'd in love's decrees, That beauty ought not to be tried Poems 7/25/2014 2:48:00 AM Ode Viii: On Leaving Holland I 1. Farewell to Leyden's lonely bound, The Belgian Muse's sober seat; Where dealing frugal gifts around Poems 2/17/2014 7:31:00 PM Ode X: To The Muse I. Queen of my songs, harmonious maid, Ah why hast thou withdrawn thy aida Ah why forsaken thus my breast Poems 7/19/2014 4:23:00 AM Ode X: To Thomas Edwards, Esquire: On The Late Edition Of Mr. Pope's Work I. Believe me, Edwards, to restrain The licence of a railer's tongue Is what but seldom men obtain Poems 2/18/2014 1:27:00 AM Ode Xi: On Love, To A Friend I. No, foolish youth—To virtuous fame If now thy early hopes be vow'd, If true ambition's nobler flame Poems 2/19/2014 12:17:00 PM Ode Xi: To The Country Gentlemen Of England I. Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fleda Where are those valiant tenants of her shore, Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped, Poems 2/19/2014 9:24:00 AM Ode Xii: On Recovering From A Fit Of Sickness, In The Country I. Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder's hill, Once more i seek, a languid guest: With throbbing temples and with burden'd breast Poems 2/17/2014 8:31:00 PM Ode Xii: To Sir Francis Henry Drake, Baronet I. Behold; the Balance in the sky Swift on the wintry scale inclines: To earthy caves the Dryads fly, Poems 2/17/2014 8:31:00 PM Ode Xiii: On Lyric Poetry I. 1. Once more I join the Thespian choir, And taste the inspiring fount again: O parent of the Grecian lyre, Poems 2/17/2014 8:31:00 PM Ode Xiii: To The Author Of Memoirs Of The House Of Brandenburgh I. The men renown'd as chiefs of human race, And born to lead in counsels or in arms, Poems 2/17/2014 8:31:00 PM Ode Xiv: To The Honourable Charles Townshend: From The Country I. Say, Townshend, what can London boast To pay thee for the pleasures lost, The health to-day resign'd, Poems 2/17/2014 8:31:00 PM Ode Xv: On Domestic Manners (Unfinished) I. Meek honor, female shame, O! whither, sweetest offspring of the sky, From Albion dost thou fly; Poems 7/16/2014 1:14:00 AM Ode Xv: To The Evening-Star I. To-night retir'd the queen of heaven With young Endymion stays: And now to Hesper is it given Poems 2/19/2014 9:24:00 AM Ode Xvi: To Caleb Hardinge, M.D. I. With sordid floods the wintry Urn Hath stain'd fair Richmond's level green: Her naked hill the Dryads mourn, Poems 2/17/2014 9:31:00 PM Ode Xvii: On A Sermon Against Glory I. Come then, tell me, sage divine, Is it an offence to own That our bosoms e'er incline Poems 7/17/2014 10:35:00 AM Ode Xviii: To The Right Honourable Francis Earl Of Huntington I. 1. The wise and great of every clime, Through all the spacious walks of Time, Where'er the Muse her power display'd, Poems 2/17/2014 9:31:00 PM Taste What, then, is taste but those internal powers, Active and strong, and feeling alive To each fine impulsea a discerning sense Poems 7/18/2014 6:51:00 AM The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The First With what attractive charms this goodly frame Of nature touches the consenting hearts Of mortal men; and what the pleasing stores Poems 5/19/2014 10:59:00 AM The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The Fourth One effort more, one cheerful sally more, Our destin'd course will finish. and in peace Poems 2/17/2014 11:31:00 PM The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The Second When shall the laurel and the vocal string Resume their honoursa When shall we behold The tuneful tongue, the Promethéan hand Poems 5/21/2014 6:45:00 PM The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The Third What wonder therefore, since the indearing ties Of passion link the universal kind Of man so close, what wonder if to search Poems 5/21/2014 6:47:00 PM The Poet Of all the various lots around the ball, Which fate to man distributes, absolute; Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's son, Poems 2/18/2014 1:30:00 AM The Virtuoso: In Imitation Of Spenser's Style And Stanza Whilom by silver Thames's gentle stream, In London town there dwelt a subtile wight; Poems 2/18/2014 1:30:00 AM To Cordelia From pompous life's dull masquerade, From Pride's pursuits, and Passion's war, Far, my Cordelia, very far, Poems 7/18/2014 6:51:00 AM A British Philippic Occasioned by the insults of the Spaniards, and the present preperations for war. 1738. Whence this unwonted transport in my breasta Why glow my thoughts, and whither would the Muse Aspire with rapid winga Her country's cause Poems 7/11/2014 6:02:00 AM Maker Of Heaven And Earth (All Things Bright And Beautiful) All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Poems 6/27/2014 12:24:00 PM There Is A Green Hill THERE is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. Poems 6/29/2014 1:28:00 PM The Fieldmouse Where the acorn tumbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry, Poems 7/25/2014 2:48:00 AM Jesus Calls Us Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult of our life's wild, restless sea, day by day his clear voice soundeth, saying, 'Christian, follow me; ' Poems 7/3/2014 7:37:00 AM These Little Songs These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Poems 7/25/2014 12:11:00 AM Wayside Flowers Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, Poems 7/22/2014 3:18:00 AM A Singer That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In a dumb darkling grotto, where the spring Of tremulous tears, arising unespied, Poems 7/2/2014 11:17:00 AM Places And Men In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses to the land, And all along the down a fringe one sees Poems 7/25/2014 12:11:00 AM Half-Waking I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And two smooth knobs below. Poems 7/2/2014 5:05:00 PM A Seed See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown, With tiny root taking hold on the clay Poems 6/30/2014 3:11:00 AM A Day-Dream's Reflection Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his bay Most idly floating in the noontide beam. Poems 6/30/2014 10:07:00 PM On A Forenoon Of Spring I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart with nothing to conceal; The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey Poems 7/12/2014 7:02:00 AM Robin Redbreast Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Poems 7/19/2014 2:28:00 AM Late Autumn October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf. The dignity of woods in rich decay Poems 7/9/2014 2:02:00 PM Amy Margaret's Five Year Old Amy Margaret's five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. Poems 7/9/2014 5:28:00 PM Meadowsweet Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the chosen of them all By wandering children, yellow as the cream Poems 7/28/2014 1:21:00 PM Autumnal Sonnet Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd Poems 7/2/2014 4:44:00 AM A Memory Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; Poems 7/1/2014 5:24:00 AM In A Spring Grove Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn, Poems 7/9/2014 10:00:00 AM Aeolian Harp O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love a What dies in me Poems 7/3/2014 2:28:00 AM A Dream I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the Dead that ever I knew Going one by one and two by two. Poems 7/1/2014 6:57:00 AM Abbey Assaroe Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The carven-stones lie scatter'd in briar and nettle-bed! The only feet are those that come at burial of the dead. Poems 2/19/2014 1:13:00 PM After Sunset The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds The level pasture, creeping up behind Poems 7/2/2014 1:56:00 PM A Gravestone Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, And sunsets. Put a mossy stone, Poems 7/1/2014 12:14:00 AM Adieu To Belshanny Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as night and morn. The kindly spot, the friendly town, where every one is known, And not a face in all the place but partly seems my own; Poems 5/14/2014 1:53:00 PM Down On The Shore Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright under boundless light, And the surge on the glittering strand; Poems 7/2/2014 5:42:00 AM An Evening A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Poems 7/2/2014 10:27:00 AM Writing A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful--then His busy hand forgets the pen. Poems 7/22/2014 11:15:00 PM Daffodil Gold tassel upon March's bugle-horn, Whose blithe reveille blows from hill to hill And every valley rings--O Daffodil! Poems 7/17/2014 9:16:00 PM Four Ducks On A Pond Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; Poems 7/12/2014 6:50:00 AM Kate O'Belashanny Seek up and down, both fair and brown, We've purty lasses many, O; But brown or fair, one girl most rare, The Flow'r o' Belashanny, O. Poems 5/19/2014 10:21:00 AM Let Me Sing Of What I Know A wild west Coast, a little Town, Where little Folk go up and down, Tides flow and winds blow: Night and Tempest and the Sea, Poems 8/3/2014 2:47:00 AM Lovely Mary Donnelly Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best If fifty girls were round you, I'd hardly see the rest; Poems 5/26/2014 2:47:00 AM Song O Spirit of the Summertime ! Bring back the roses to the dells ; The swallow from her distant clime, Poems 8/3/2014 2:47:00 AM Song. O Spirit Of The Summer-Time! O spirit of the Summer-time! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Poems 8/3/2014 2:47:00 AM St. Margaret's Eve Saint Margaret's Eve it did befall, The waves roll so gayly O, The tide came creeping up the wall, Love me true! Poems 8/5/2014 2:47:00 AM The Abbot Of Innisfallen The Abbot of Innisfallen awoke ere dawn of day; Under the dewy green leaves went he forth to pray. Poems 2/19/2014 3:14:00 PM The Bubble See the pretty planet! Floating sphere! Faintest breeze will fan it Far or near; Poems 8/5/2014 2:47:00 AM The Elf Singing An Elf sat on a twig, He was not very big, He sang a little song, He did not think it wrong; Poems 7/25/2014 4:11:00 AM The Girl's Lamentation With grief and mourning I sit to spin; My Love passed by, and he didn't come in; He passes by me, both day and night, Poems 5/26/2014 2:48:00 AM The Lover And Birds Within a budding grove, In April's ear sang every bird his best, But not a song to pleasure my unrest, Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love; Poems 2/19/2014 11:10:00 PM The Maids Of Elfin-Mere When the spinning-room was here Came Three Damsels, clothed in white, With their spindles every night; One and Two and three fair Maidens, Poems 8/9/2014 2:49:00 AM The Nobleman's Wedding I once was a guest at a Nobleman's wedding; Fair was the Bride, but she scarce had been kind, Poems 8/9/2014 2:49:00 AM The Ruined Chapel By the shore, a plot of ground Clips a ruined chapel round, Buttressed with a grassy mound; Where Day and Night and Day go by Poems 8/9/2014 2:49:00 AM The Winding Banks Of Erne Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as night and morn. Poems 2/19/2014 11:11:00 PM The Winter Pear Is always Age severea Is never Youth austerea Spring-fruits are sour to eat; Autumn's the mellow time. Poems 8/10/2014 2:47:00 AM To The Author Of 'Hesperides Hayrick some do spell thy name, And thy verse approves the same; For 'tis like fresh-scented hay,-- With country lasses in't at play. Poems 8/10/2014 2:47:00 AM The Lepracaun Or Fairy Shoemaker Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mounda Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in sultry fields around, Poems 2/20/2014 9:38:00 AM The Boy The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded moon. Poems 7/1/2014 12:57:00 AM The Eviction In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady grave array Threescore well-arm'd police pursue their way; Poems 2/20/2014 3:40:00 AM The Fairies Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Poems 6/28/2014 5:46:00 PM The Little Dell Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Poems 8/5/2014 7:47:00 PM The Touchstone A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the land By its unerring spell. Poems 7/27/2014 2:37:00 PM In Snow O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel snow Falling again, and think what ills betide Poems 7/9/2014 2:02:00 PM Hayeswater A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, a single boat: Poems 6/28/2014 4:39:00 PM Worldly Place Even in a palace, life may be led well! So spake the imperial sage, purest of men, Marcus Aurelius. But the stifling den Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell, Poems 6/30/2014 1:28:00 PM East London 'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through his windows seen In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited. Poems 6/28/2014 8:41:00 AM To A Republican Friend God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, but lov'd, but eminent in you, Man's fundamental life: if to despise Poems 7/1/2014 12:51:00 AM Quiet Work One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Though the loud world proclaim their enmity-- Poems 6/29/2014 9:28:00 AM Immortality Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. Poems 6/27/2014 1:26:00 PM Cadmus And Harmonia Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. Poems 6/29/2014 9:38:00 AM Consolation Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Poems 2/11/2014 7:53:00 AM From The Hymn Of Empedocles IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes; Poems 6/28/2014 5:23:00 AM The Forsaken Merman Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Poems 2/11/2014 7:56:00 AM Youth And Calm 'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now The smoothness of that limpid brow. Poems 6/29/2014 4:35:00 PM Obermann Once More Gliona--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not the same! Poems 2/11/2014 7:54:00 AM Palladium Set where the upper streams of Simois flow Was the Palladium, high 'mid rock and wood; And Hector was in Ilium, far below, And fought, and saw it not--but there it stood! Poems 6/29/2014 8:31:00 PM Philomela Hark! ah, the nightingale-- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!--what pain! Poems 6/30/2014 12:39:00 AM West London Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in her arms, and at her side A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare. Poems 6/29/2014 8:57:00 PM To A Friend Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my minda-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen, And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind. Poems 6/29/2014 8:58:00 AM Lines Written In Kensington Gardens In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay the eye, Those black-crown'd, red-boled pine-trees stand! Poems 6/29/2014 12:08:00 AM To Marguerite: Continued Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. Poems 6/29/2014 5:39:00 AM Requiescat Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! Poems 6/29/2014 5:18:00 AM The Future A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time; Brimming with wonder and joy Poems 2/11/2014 7:56:00 AM The Buried Life Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes, yes, we know that we can jest, Poems 2/11/2014 7:56:00 AM Apollo Musagetes Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Poems 6/28/2014 7:43:00 PM Thyrsis A Monody How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its haunted mansion lacks, And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name, Poems 2/11/2014 7:57:00 AM The Last Word Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last. Poems 6/28/2014 1:18:00 PM Shakespeare Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Poems 6/29/2014 12:38:00 AM Isolation: To Marguerite We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world away, And grow a home for only thee; Poems 6/28/2014 2:17:00 AM Morality We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. Poems 6/29/2014 11:20:00 AM Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, Poems 2/11/2014 7:56:00 AM Progress The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; ‘The old law', they said, ‘is wholly come to naught! Behold the new world rise!' Poems 5/13/2014 6:43:00 PM Growing Old What is it to grow olda Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eyea Is it for beauty to forego her wreatha Poems 6/27/2014 11:07:00 AM Sohrab And Rustum And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all the Tartar camp along the stream Was hush'd, and still the men were plunged in sleep; Poems 2/21/2014 9:06:00 AM The Song Of Empedocles And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy lines! Poems 6/30/2014 8:56:00 AM Rugby Chapel Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Poems 2/11/2014 7:55:00 AM Self-Dependence Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. Poems 6/28/2014 2:27:00 PM Longing Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Poems 6/27/2014 5:58:00 PM Mycerinus 'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples overturn'd, Cold hearts and thankless tongues, where thanks are due; Poems 2/11/2014 7:54:00 AM A Dream Was it a dreama We sail'd, I thought we sail'd, Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream, Border'd, each bank, with pines; the morning sun, Poems 2/21/2014 11:06:00 AM A Summer Night In the deserted, moon-blanched street, How lonely rings the echo of my feet! Those windows, which I gaze at, frown, Poems 2/19/2014 7:27:00 PM Absence IN THIS fair stranger's eyes of grey Thine eyes, my love, I see. I shudder: for the passing day Had borne me far from thee. Poems 6/28/2014 5:34:00 AM Austerity Of Poetry That son of Italy who tried to blow, Ere Dante came, the trump of sacred song, In his light youth amid a festal throng Poems 6/30/2014 12:28:00 AM Desire Thou, who dost dwell alone; Thou, who dost know thine own; Thou, to whom all are known, From the cradle to the grave,-- Poems 5/13/2014 3:00:00 PM Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd, My friend and I, by chance we talk'd Of Lessing's famed Laocooen; And after we awhile had gone... Poems 5/14/2014 3:30:00 AM Geist's Grave Four years!--and didst thou stay above The ground, which hides thee now, but foura And all that life, and all that love, Poems 5/14/2014 11:40:00 AM Human Life What mortal, when he saw, Life's voyage done, his heavenly Friend, Could ever yet dare tell him fearlessly: Poems 6/30/2014 5:59:00 AM Kaiser Dead What, Kaiser deada The heavy news Post-haste to Cobham calls the Muse, From where in Farringford she brews Poems 2/19/2014 10:27:00 PM Revolutions Before man parted for this earthly strand, While yet upon the verge of heaven he stood, God put a heap of letters in his hand, Poems 7/8/2014 12:56:00 AM Saint Brandan Saint Brandan sails the northern main; The brotherhood of saints are glad. He greets them once, he sails again; Poems 5/15/2014 12:18:00 AM The Better Part Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, How angrily thou spurn'st all simpler fare! 'Christ,' some one says, 'was human as we are; Poems 7/10/2014 3:31:00 AM The Church Of Brou Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, Poems 5/15/2014 2:01:00 PM The Good Shepherd With The Kid _He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save._ So rang Tertullian's sentence, on the side Of that unpitying Phrygian Sect which cried: Poems 7/9/2014 7:53:00 PM Tristram And Iseult Tristram. Is she not comea The messenger was sure— Prop me upon the pillows once again— Poems 5/15/2014 4:00:00 PM Youth's Agitations When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence, From this poor present self which I am now; When youth has done its tedious vain expense Poems 7/1/2014 8:21:00 PM The Pagan World In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian way. Poems 6/30/2014 6:28:00 PM The Scholar-Gipsy Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats, Poems 5/13/2014 3:53:00 PM The Song Of Callicles Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Poems 6/30/2014 2:08:00 PM The Strayed Reveller The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Poems 5/14/2014 7:40:00 AM The Voice As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere Poems 6/29/2014 8:46:00 PM Memorial Verses Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The last poetic voice is dumb-- Poems 2/11/2014 7:53:00 AM Bacchanalia The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is the half-mown plain, Poems 5/13/2014 3:27:00 PM The Charge They outtalked thee, hissed thee, tore theea Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and pass'd, Hotly charged- and sank at last Poems 8/18/2014 12:07:00 PM Dover Beach The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Poems 6/27/2014 9:55:00 AM He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment. Poems 6/29/2014 4:41:00 AM Part In Peace: Is Day Before Usa Part in peace: is day before usa Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er usa Bless His care Who guards the night. Poems 6/30/2014 12:02:00 AM Nearer, My God, To Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Poems 6/29/2014 12:39:00 PM Hymn He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment. Poems 6/30/2014 1:56:00 AM O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even O Love! thou makest all things even In earth or heaven; Finding thy way through prison-bars Up to the stars; Poems 6/29/2014 9:29:00 PM Love O Love! thou makest all things even In earth or heaven; Finding thy way through prison-bars Up to the stars; Poems 6/27/2014 6:59:00 PM Written For My Son ... Upon His Master's First Bringing In A Rod Brought in this Rod, to shew his pow'r. O dreadful birch ! O baleful tree ! Thou instrument of tyranny ! Poems 7/11/2014 2:56:00 PM To A Lady WELL you Sincerity display, A virtue wond'rous rare ! Nor value, tho' the world should say, You're rude, so you're sincere. Poems 7/11/2014 9:05:00 PM Written For My Son ... At His First Putting On Breeches WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches, To plague us little boys with breeches a To tyrant Custom we must yield, Whilst vanquish'd Reason flies the field Poems 2/19/2014 9:32:00 PM A Letter For My Son To One Of His School--Fellows, Son To Henry Rose, Esq; Dear Rose, as I lately was writing some Verse, Which I next Day intended in School to rehearse, My Mother came in, and I thought she'd run wild: Poems 7/2/2014 7:20:00 PM A Letter Sent To Mrs. Barber Thou glorious Ruler of the beauteous Day! Have sev'nteen Years so swiftly roll'd awaya Hast thou so oft the heav'nly Circle run, Poems 2/19/2014 9:32:00 PM A Letter To A Friend, As in some wealthy, trading Town, Where Riches raise to fure Renown, The Man, with ample Sums in Store, More than enough, yet wanting more, Poems 7/2/2014 7:52:00 PM A Letter Written For My Daughter To A Lady, Who Had Presented Her With A Cap. Your late kind Gift let me restore; For I must never wear it more. My Mother cries, ``What's here to doa Poems 5/15/2014 5:47:00 PM A Letter Written For My Son To A Young Gentleman Dear Jack, whilst you thro' Flanders roam, Can you forget your Friends at Homea Say, will your Tutors give you Time Poems 2/19/2014 10:30:00 PM A Letter Written From London To Mrs. Strangeways Hornet Say, my Hortensia, in this silent Hour, When the pale Queen of Night exerts her Pow'r, What Guardian--Angels on thy Slumbers wait, Poems 7/8/2014 12:34:00 AM A True Tale A mother, who vast Pleasure finds In modelling her Childrens Minds; With whom, in exquisite Delight, She passes many a Winter Night; Poems 2/19/2014 10:30:00 PM Advice To The Ladies At Bath. Written By A Lady. Ye heedless Fair, who trifle Life away, Let either Brownlow set your Notions right: Be, like the Daughter, innocently gay; Poems 7/3/2014 8:43:00 AM An Apology For My Son To His Master, For Not Bringing An Exercise On The Coronation Day. Why are we Scholars plagu'd to write, On Days devoted to Delighta In Honour of the King, I'd play Upon his Coronation Day: Poems 7/3/2014 4:19:00 AM An Apology For The Clergy, How well these Laymen love to gibe, And throw their Jests on Levi's Tribe! Must One be toil'd to Death, they cry, Poems 7/8/2014 10:46:00 AM An Apology To Dr. Clayton, Bishop Of Killala, And His Lady My Lord of Killala, I find to my Sorrow, I can't have the Honour I hop'd for, Tomorrow. But why I'm so wretched, my Friend must rehearse; Poems 7/8/2014 7:21:00 AM An Apology To The Earl Of Orrery Not Persia's Monarch could, unmov'd, survey Those num'rous Hosts, which Time must sweep away: He wept Misfortunes of a distant Date; Poems 7/8/2014 4:47:00 AM An Apology Written For My Son To His Master I beg your Scholar you'll excuse, Who dares no more debase the Muse. My Mother says, If e'er she hears, I write again on worthless Peers, Poems 7/8/2014 5:59:00 AM An Apology Written For My Son To The Reverend Mr. Sampson, With Joy your Summons we obey, And come to celebrate this Day. Yet I, alas! despair to please; For you require exalted Lays: Poems 7/8/2014 4:07:00 PM An Epigram On The Same Occasion. So little giv'n at Chapel Door!-- This People doubtless must be poor: So much at Gaming thrown away!-- No Nation sure so rich as they. Poems 7/8/2014 9:11:00 AM An Epigram. Since Milo Rallies Sacred Writ Since Milo rallies sacred Writ, To win the Title of a Wit; 'Tis pity but he shou'd obtain it, Poems 7/9/2014 1:35:00 AM An Epitaph On The Late Lord Mount--Cashel. Children are snatch'd away sometimes, To punish Parents for their Crimes. Thy Mother's Merit was so great, Heav'n hasten'd thy untimely Fate, Poems 7/8/2014 6:26:00 PM An Hymn To Sleep. Written when the Author was sick. Somnus, pow'rful Deity, Mortals owe their Bliss to thee. How long shall I thy Absence mourn, Poems 7/3/2014 7:37:00 AM An Invitation To Edward Walpole, Esq. When I heard you were landed, I flew to the Nine, Intreating their Aid to invite you to dine. They told me, I came on that Errand too late; Poems 7/7/2014 4:19:00 PM An Unanswerable Apology For The Rich. All--bounteous Heav'n, Castalio cries, With bended Knees, and lifted Eyes, When shall I have the Pow'r to bless, And raise up Merit in Distressa Poems 7/2/2014 2:55:00 AM Apollo's Edict. Ierne's now our royal Care: We lately fix'd our Vice--roy there. How near was she to be undone, Till pious Love inspir'd her Son! Poems 2/21/2014 9:13:00 AM By A Person Of Quality. Remote from Strife, from urban Throngs, and Noise. Here dwells my Soul amidst domestic Joys: No ratling Coaches serious Thoughts annoy; Poems 7/8/2014 7:21:00 AM Conclusion Of A Letter To The Rev. Mr. C---. 'Tis Time to conclude; for I make it a Rule, To leave off all Writing, when Con. comes from School. Poems 5/15/2014 6:56:00 AM Epilogue To A Comedy Acted At Bath, Ladies, this Entertainment we have shown, Has not been rightly suited, I must own. Heroic Virtue should have been display'd, Poems 7/8/2014 4:07:00 PM Jupiter And Fortune. Once Jupiter, from out the Skies, Beheld a thousand Temples rise; The Goddess Fortune all invok'd, Poems 7/7/2014 1:22:00 PM Newsffrom St. James's. A courtier, summon'd hence of late, Was call'd to Minos' Judgment Seat. The Cretan Sage began the Charge, Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Occasion'D By Reading The Memoirs Of Anne Of Austria Ye heedless Fair, who pass the live--long Day, In Dress and Scandal, Gallantry and Play; Who thro' new Scenes of Pleasure hourly run, Poems 2/21/2014 7:18:00 AM Occasion'D By Seeing Some Verses Written By Mrs. Constantia Grierson, Upon The Death Of Her Son. This mourning Mother can with Ease explore The Arts of Latium, and the Grecian Store: Was early learn'd, nay more, was early wise; Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM Occasion'D By Seeing The Honourable --- Treat A Person Of Merit With Insolence Contented in my humble State, I look with Pity on the Great; Who only Birth, or Wealth, respect, And treat true Merit with neglect. Poems 7/9/2014 11:31:00 PM On Imagining A Friend Had Treated The Author With Indifference. Go, Jealousy, Tormentress dire; On Lovers only seize: In Love, like Winds, you fan the Fire, And make it higher blaze. Poems 7/11/2014 9:05:00 PM On Leaving Bath. The Britons, in their Nature shy, View Strangers with a distant Eye: We think them partial and severe; Poems 7/12/2014 12:44:00 PM On Seeing An Officer's Widow Distracted O wretch! hath Madness cur'd thy dire Despaira Yes--All thy Sorrows now are light as Air: No more you mourn your once lov'd Husband's Fate, Poems 7/11/2014 10:44:00 AM On Seeing The Captives, Lately Redeem'D From Barbary By His Majesty. A sight like this, who can unmov'd surveya Impartial Muse, can'st thou with--hold thy Laya See the freed Captives hail their native Shore, Poems 2/21/2014 12:09:00 PM On Sending My Son, As A Present, To Dr. Swift, Dean Of St. Patrick's, On His Birth--Day. A Curious Statue, we are told, Is priz'd above its Weight in Gold; If the fair Form the Hand confess Of Phidias, or Praxiteles: Poems 7/11/2014 2:56:00 PM On The Dutchess Of Newcastle's Picture. Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the Art To paint the Goodness of the Heart The flatt'ring Teint let others prize; Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM On The Earl Of Oxford And Mortimer's Giving His Daughter In Marriage In Oxford--Chapel. See, in the Temple rais'd by Harley's Hand, His beauteous Off--spring at the Altar stand: There Mortimer resigns his darling Care; Poems 7/13/2014 10:50:00 PM Sent As From A School--Fellow To My Son I grieve to see you waste your Time, And turn your Thoughts so much to Rhyme, Be wise--your useless Views resign, Poems 7/12/2014 6:30:00 PM Sincerity Sincerity, what are thy Views; No more my Breast attend. By thee, alas! we often lose, But seldom gain a Friend. Poems 7/12/2014 7:02:00 AM Spoken Extempore, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North This Present from a lovely Dame, Fair and unsully'd, as her Fame, Shall to Hibernia be convey'd, Where once, rever'd, her Father sway'd; Poems 7/12/2014 12:44:00 PM Stella And Flavia. Stella and Flavia, ev'ry Hour, Unnumber'd Hearts surprize: In Stella's Soul lies all her Pow'r, And Flavia's, in her Eyes. Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM The Oak And Its Branches. An Oak, with spreading Branches crown'd, Beheld an Ivy on the Ground, Expos'd to ev'ry trampling Beast, Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM The Peacock. Once Juno's Bird (as Authors say) Was seiz'd on by some Birds of Prey: They pluck'd his Feathers, one by one, Poems 7/15/2014 4:48:00 AM The Prodigy. Tho' Rhyme serves the Thoughts of great Poets to fetter, It sets off the Sense of small Poets the better. Poems 2/20/2014 7:53:00 PM The Recantation: To The Same Lady For give me, fair One, nor resent The Lines to you I lately sent. They seem, as if your Form you priz'd, And ev'ry other Gift despis'd: Poems 7/11/2014 9:05:00 PM The Resolution The Favours of Fortune I once hop'd to gain, And often invok'd her, but ever in vain. She despis'd my Addresses, which gave me such Grief, Poems 7/12/2014 7:02:00 AM The Reverend Dr. L---. In vain you shew a happy Nation, The Gospel's gracious Dispensation; And plead from thence, to bring up Youth To early Piety and Truth. Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM The Widow Gordon's Petition To the Right Hon. the Lady Carteret. Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court, You, Madam, are the Wretch's last Resort. Poems 2/20/2014 7:54:00 PM To A Gentleman I hope, Sir, by this you have found your Account, In visiting Airy, and seeing his Mount: If Froth can delight you, you're wonderous happy; Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM To A Gentleman, Who Had Abus'D Waller. I grieve to think that Waller's blam'd, Waller, so long, so justly, fam'd. Then own your Verses writ in Haste, Poems 7/11/2014 9:05:00 PM To A Gentleman, Who Shew'D A Fine Poem As His Own. No more at Criticks, Ned, repine, Who say those Numbers are not thine. I own I was suspicious too, And thought the Verse too good for You: Poems 7/12/2014 7:02:00 AM To A Lady In The Spleen Why, lovely Lelia, so depress'da With wonted Smiles your Eyes adorn; Drive gloomy Sorrow from your Breast, And shine out, beauteous, as the Morn. Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM To A Lady Who Commanded Me To Send Her An Account In Verse How I succeed, you kindly ask; Yet set me on a grievous Task, When you oblige me to rehearse, The Censures past upon my Verse. Poems 2/21/2014 6:26:00 AM To A Lady Who Was Libell'D. When Cynthia, Regent of the Tides, Pale in meridian Pride presides; A Sov'reign Pow'r the Goddess claims O'er Seas, and Sea--supplying Streams; Poems 7/13/2014 9:34:00 AM To A Lady, Who Invited The Author Into The Country. How gladly, Madam, would I go, To see your Gardens, and Chateau; From thence the fine Improvements view, Poems 5/18/2014 12:08:00 AM To Alexander Pope, Esq. Shall for the Man of Ross thy Lyre be strung, And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet unsunga Since to distinguish Merit is thy Care, Poems 2/21/2014 9:18:00 AM To Dr. Mead, On His Cape Wine. Your Wine, by Southern Suns refin'd, Is a just Emblem of your Mind: Like You, the gen'rous Juice displays Its Influence a thousand Ways; Poems 7/11/2014 10:44:00 AM To Dr. Richard Helsham Upon My Recovery From A Dangerous Fit Of Sickness. For fleeting Life recall'd, for Health restor'd, Be first the God of Life and Health ador'd; Whose boundless Mercy claims this Tribute due: Poems 7/9/2014 11:31:00 PM To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Manchester, And Lady Diana Spencer Madam, I hear, and hear with Sorrow, That we're to lose Your Grace To--morrow; Nor you alone, but Lady Di. Where, thus deserted, shall I flya Poems 7/15/2014 4:48:00 AM To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Portland 'Tis theirs, who but to please aspire, On Fiction to employ the Lyre; Make Gods and Goddesses display The Splendor of the Nuptial Day. Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM To His Excellency The Lord Carteret. The Picture strikes--'tis drawn with won d'rous Art; Well has the Poet play'd the Painter's Part. Tho' 'tis your Glory, yet, my Lord, I own, Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM To His Grace The Duke Of Buckingham And Normanby, At The Camp Before Philipsburgh. Return, brave Youth! suspend thy Martial Fire, Nor, like great Berwick, in the Field expire. Poems 7/13/2014 10:50:00 PM To His Grace The Duke Of Chandos. Were Princes grac'd with Souls like thine, Princes had still been deem'd divine. Such Merit as we find in thee, First introduc'd Idolatry; Poems 7/13/2014 9:41:00 AM To Lady H---R, Tell me, my Patroness, and Friend, Can Age Parnassian Heights ascenda Sweet Poesy's light Footsteps tracea Ah no! I must give up the Chace: Poems 7/13/2014 9:41:00 AM To Mr. Rose; Believe me, Rose, howe'er this Con. may please, With flowing Numbers, and an easy Phrase; With Wit, with Humour, and with ev'ry Art, Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM To Mrs. --- Celia, when you oblige again. Subdue that haughty Eye: Rather than Insolence fustain, Who would not wish to diea Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM To Mrs. Anne Donnellan, With The Fourth Essay On Man Dear Philomela, oft you condescend, With Notes seraphic, to transport your Friend: Then in Return, let Verse your Soul rejoice, Poems 7/14/2014 6:28:00 PM To Mrs. Armine Cartwright, At Bath. Lovely Armina, o'er her Books reclin'd, Impairs her Body, to improve her Mind: Of Wisdom fond, as others are of Wealth, Poems 7/13/2014 12:52:00 AM To Mrs. Barber See, the bright Sun renews his annual Course, Each Beam re--tinges, and revives its Force, By Years uninjur'd; so may'st thou remain, Poems 7/13/2014 9:41:00 AM To Mrs. Caesar, At The Speaker's Lodgings At Bath. When lately you acquitted me, With Carteret I din'd; And, in Return, (tho' grievous) thee To Onslow I resign'd. Poems 7/13/2014 12:52:00 AM To Mrs. Frances--Arabella Kelly, With A Present Of Fruit. Tho' the Plumb, and the Peach, with Apollo conspire, To present you their Softness, and Sweetness, and Fire; Poems 7/14/2014 6:28:00 PM To Mrs. Frances--Arabella Kelly. To Day, as at my Glass I stood, To set my Head--cloaths, and my Hood; I saw my grizzled Locks with Dread, Poems 7/11/2014 2:56:00 PM To Mrs. Mary Caesar I read in your delighted Face, The Nuptial Bands are ty'd: From me congratulate her Grace, Young Portland's lovely Bride. Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM To Mrs. Newans You say 'tis hard to copy well, Where Nature does herself excel. Allow'd -- yet still let me advise: Near as you can, to Nature rise; Poems 7/13/2014 12:52:00 AM To Mrs. Putland. Uncommon Charms, I plainly see, Compleat the Fair for Tyranny. Then, lest your Form should make you vain Poems 7/10/2014 5:55:00 AM To Mrs. S---. Written In My Sickness. Dear Psyche, come, with chearful Face, And bless this desolated Place. O come! my sickly Couch attend, Poems 7/13/2014 12:52:00 AM To Mrs. Strangeways Horner, With A Letter From My Son; O thou, with ev'ry Virtue grac'd, Adorn'd with Wit, and Sense, and Taste; Who, with a Goodness unconfin'd, Delight'st in blessing human Kind, Poems 2/21/2014 12:17:00 PM To Mrs. Ward. By The Same. O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend, Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend, Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hear Poems 5/21/2014 11:12:00 AM To Novella An Epigram You cry, She's bred in the Old Way; Then into Laughter fall: Were she as just to you, she'd say, Poems 7/13/2014 9:41:00 AM To Robert Barber Esq; Deputy To The Treasurer's Remembrancer In The Court Of Exchequer Whilst Gay's unhappy Fate thy Ear attends, Thy Heart, indignant, scorns his faithless Friends; Thy gen'rous Heart, which never learnt the Way, Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM To Sophronia. Sophronia, all the World agree, The Soul of Friendship dwells in Thee: Let Envy other Gifts dispute, Since here the Fury must be mute. Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM To The Honble. Miss Carteret, Now Countess Of Dysert. Fair Innocence, the Muses lovelicst On Acts of Mercy sound thy rising Fame. Let others from frail Beauty hope Applause: Poems 7/10/2014 9:36:00 AM To The Honourable Mrs. Percival. And will your Goodness never have an Enda And will you still persist to be my Frienda To meet me still with that engaging Air, Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM To The Honourable Mrs. Spencer, On Her Removing From Windsor To Rookly In Hampshire. Where--e'er you go, some Actions still we hear, Which make the Goodness of your Mind appear. Hibernia early saw those Seeds of Worth, Poems 7/13/2014 10:50:00 PM To The Reverend Mr. Mabell, Of Cambridge Tho' great Longinus claims thy aiding Hand, And hopes, thro' thee, t'instruct a barb'rous Land, Where vile Conceits the Pow'r of Wit confound, Poems 5/17/2014 9:32:00 PM To The Right Hon. The Earl Of Orrery, On His Promise To Sup With The Author. Tho' the Muse had deny'd me so often before, I ventur'd this Day to invoke her once more. She ask'd what I wanted; I said, with Delight, Poems 7/14/2014 12:06:00 PM To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington, When you command, the Muse obeys, Proud to present her humble Lays. Of writing I'll no more repent, Nor think my Time unwisely spent; Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM To The Right Honourable John Barber, Esq; Lord Mayor Of London, On Committing One Of My Sons To His Care. To the late King of Britain a Savage was brought, Which wild in the Woods of Germania was caught. Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM To The Right Honourable John Earl Of Orrery, At Bath, After The Death Of The Late Earl. 'Tis said, for ev'ry common Grief The Muses can afford Relief: And, surely, on that heav'nly Train A Boyle can never call in vain. Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Orrery In Dublin Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood; Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good. This Honour only from fair Virtue springs, Poems 7/12/2014 12:44:00 PM To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Thomond, At Bath Obrian, were in Story told, Thy Ancestors wore Crowns of old: In fair Hibernia's Isle they reign'd; A Country, by their Sons disdain'd! Poems 7/11/2014 2:56:00 PM To The Right Honourable The Lady Elizabeth Boyle On Her Birth—day May each new Year some new Perfection give, Till all the Mother in the Daughter live! May'st Thou her Virtues to the World restore! Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM To The Right Honourable The Lady Elizabeth Brownlow, Who can the hardest Task refuse, When lovely Lady Betty suesa If her Requests Resistance find, Poems 7/14/2014 6:28:00 PM To The Right Honourable The Lady Kilmorey Start not, nor tremble at the Sight of this; It comes not written from the Realms of Bliss: 'Tis true, you see, your once--lov'd Roydon's Hand; Poems 7/14/2014 12:06:00 PM To The Right Honourable The Lady Sarah Cowper. Let me the Honour soon obtain, For which I long have hop'd in vain; Since I, alas! am now confin'd, Your Visit would be doubly kind. Poems 7/13/2014 10:50:00 PM To The Rt. Hon. Charlotte Lady Conway, On Her Resolving To Leave Bath. O Charlotte, truly pious, early wise! The Pleasures sought by others, you despise: Nor Bath, nor Bath's Allurements thee detain; Poems 7/11/2014 6:02:00 AM Totthe Right Honourable The Lady Elizabeth Germain, Upon Seeing Her Do A Generous Action. When Ruin threaten'd me of late, With all its ghastly Train; Some Pow'r, in Pity to my Fate, Sent bountiful Germain, Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Upon Seeing A Raffle For Addison's Works Unfill'D. Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles, Who gaily rove at Tunbridge--Wells, With Pockets full; and empty Looks, Poems 7/13/2014 10:50:00 PM Verses Occasion'D By The Sickness Of Mrs. Anne Donnellan. Goddess of Health, where--e'er you dwell, To Philomela fly; O hasten from your rural Cell, Nor let the Fair one die. Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Verses Sent To A Lady, Who Took Delight In Ridiculing A Person Should you employ your Ridicule, On those who Pity claima Think, Birtha, is the native Fool For Wit a proper Themea Poems 7/11/2014 6:02:00 AM Verses Ty'D About A Fawn's Neck As thro' this sylvan Scene I stray'd, I saw and lov'd the Iv'ry Maid: And hearing that she fled from Man, I begg'd this Form of mighty Pan; Poems 7/10/2014 11:18:00 PM Written At Bath To A Young Lady You us'd me ill, and I withdrew, Intent on satirizing you. The Muses to my Aid I call; Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM Written At Camberwell, Near London, In The Study Of Mr. Wainwright Whilst happily I pass my Hours In Camberwell's delightful Bow'rs; From thence the beauteous Walks survey; Or thro' the fragrant Mazes stray; Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Written At Dr. Mead's House In Ormond--Street, To Mrs. Mead. Books, Pictures, Statues, here we find, And each excelling in their Kind. Mead's Taste in ev'ry Thing we view; Poems 7/12/2014 12:44:00 PM Written At Tunbridge--Wells These Plains, so joyous once to me, Now sadly chang'd appear: Hortensia I no more can see, Who patroniz'd me here. Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM Written At Tunbridge—wells, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North In some few Hours we must repair, To act, like Thespis, in the Fair: And, as our Stage is of a Piece Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM Written For A Gentlewoman In Distress, To Her Grace Adelida, Dutchess Of Shrewsbury. Might I inquire the Reasons of my Fate, Or with my Maker dare expostulate; Did I, in prosp'rous Days, despise the Poor, Poems 5/16/2014 5:47:00 PM Written For My Son When Athens was for Arts and Arms renown'd, Olympic Wreaths uncommon Merit crown'd. These slight Distinctions from the Learn'd and Wise, Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM Written For My Son In His Sickness, To One Of His School Fellows. I little thought that honest Dick Would slight me so, when I was sick. Is he a Friend, who only stays, Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM Written For My Son To His Master, On The Anniversary Of The Battle Of The Boyne. Is what we owe great William then Forgotten by ungrateful Mena And has His Fame run out its Date, Who snatch'd us from the Brink of Fatea Poems 7/13/2014 3:15:00 AM Written For My Son, And Spoken By Him, At A Public Examination For Victors. To you, Athenians, we again submit; Reward, or punish us, as you think fit. Let Idleness, unpity'd, meet Disgrace; Poems 5/18/2014 6:34:00 AM Written For My Son, In A Bible Which Was Presented To Him. Welcome, thou sacred, solemn Guest, Who com'st to guide me to the Blest. O Fountain of eternal Truth, Thou gracious Guardian of my Youth! Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM Written For My Son, To Mr. Barry; Since Phoebus makes your Verse divine, Since the God glows in ev'ry Line; Why should you think, but I, with Ease, Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM Written For My Son, To Some Of The Fellows Of The College, We of late had a terrible Rout in our House; If I happen'd to speak, I was sure of a Souse. My Mamma had the Tooth--ach, and I felt the Smart-- Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM Written For My Son, Upon Lady Santry's Coming To School, To See Her Son, And Getting The Scholars A Play--Day. So Ceres, lovely and divine, Eager to see her Proserpine, Blessing the Nations as she pass'd, Reach'd the fell Tyrant's Court at last; Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country. A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent, Who rarely sees the Firmament, You graciously invite, to view The Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you; Poems 5/18/2014 11:47:00 AM Written In The Conclusion Of A Letter To Mr. Tickel, Eternal King, is there one Hour, To make me greatly bless'da When shall I have it in my Pow'r To succour the Distress'da Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Written Upon The Rocks At Tunbridge, Hither, amongst the Crouds, that shun The smoaky Town, and sultry Sun, In cooling Springs to seek for Health, Or throw away superfluous Wealth, Poems 7/14/2014 12:06:00 PM The Jackaw Of Rheims The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire, Poems 5/15/2014 6:56:00 AM The Lay Of St. Odille Odille was a maid of a dignified race; Her father, Count Otto, was lord of Alsace; Such an air, such a grace, Such a form, such a face, Poems 5/17/2014 10:00:00 AM The Bagman's Dog, : Mr. Peters's Story Stant littore Puppies!-- Virgil. It was a litter, a litter of five, Four are drown'd and one left alive, Poems 5/17/2014 7:17:00 AM The Cynotaph, Poor Tray charmant! Poor Tray de mon Ami! -- Dog-bury, and Vergers. Poems 5/17/2014 11:34:00 AM The Ghost, There stands a City,-- neither large nor small, Its air and situation sweet and pretty; It matters very little -- if at all -- Whether its denizens are dull or witty, Poems 5/17/2014 4:41:00 AM The Witch's Frolic [Scene, the 'Snuggery' at Tappington.-- Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,--his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexicographers as 'twiddling.'--The 'Hope of the family' astride on a walking-stick, with burnt-cork mustachios, and a pheasant's tail pinned in his cap, solaceth himself with martial music.-- Roused by a strain of surpassing dissonance, Grandpapa Loquitur. ] Come hither, come hither, my little boy Ned! Come hither unto my knee-- Poems 5/17/2014 1:42:00 AM Ode On A Nearer Prospect Of Summer Hill O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine, I'd order in a pipe of wine, And ask a dozen friends to dine. In faith, I would not spare the guineas, Poems 5/16/2014 12:37:00 PM Some Account Of A New Play 'The play's the thing!'-- Hamlet. Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839. Dear Charles, Poems 5/17/2014 1:43:00 AM Manipulation Oh, my head! my head! my head! Lack! for my poor unfortunate head! Mister de Ville Has been to feel, Poems 7/11/2014 6:02:00 AM The Merchant Of Venice,: A Legend Of Italy I believe there are few But have heard of a Jew, Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw' In money transactions as ever you knew; Poems 5/15/2014 8:10:00 AM The Tragedy, Quæque ipse miserrima vidi.-- VIRGIL. Catherine of Cleves was a Lady of rank, She had lands and fine houses, and cash in the Bank; Poems 5/17/2014 7:17:00 AM A Lay Of St. Nicholas 'Statim sacerdoti apparuit diabolus in specie puellæ pulchritudinis miræ, et ecce Divus, fide catholica et cruce et aqua benedicta armatus, venit, et aspersit aquam in nomine Sanctæ et Individuæ Trinitatis, quam, quasi ardentem, diabolus, nequaquam sustinere valens, mugitibus fugit.' -- Roger Hoveden. Lord Abbot! Lord Abbot! I'd fain confess; Poems 5/16/2014 4:22:00 AM Stinkomalee Triumphans WHENE'ER with pitying eye I view Each operative sot in town. I smile to think how wondrous few Get drunk who study at the U- Poems 5/17/2014 7:18:00 AM Execution, The : A Sporting Anecdote Hon. Mr. Sucklethumbkin's Story My Lord Tomnoddy got up one day; It was half after two, He had nothing to do, So his Lordship rang for his cabriolet. Poems 5/17/2014 1:44:00 AM The Two Mp's MAGAZINE PUBLISHER AND MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT) BEING A TRUE AND PARTICULAR ACCOUNT OF THE GRAND MILLING MATCH THAT DIDN'T TAKE PLACE Poems 7/10/2014 5:55:00 AM 'Monstre' Balloon Oh! the balloon, the great balloon! It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon, And every one said we should hear of it soon With news from Aleppo or Scanderoon. Poems 5/17/2014 1:44:00 AM Jackaw Of Rheims, The The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair! Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire, Poems 5/16/2014 5:48:00 PM To Late Too late! though flowerets round me blow, And clearing skies shine bright and fair; Their genial warmth avails not now -- Thou art not here the beam to share. Poems 7/9/2014 5:28:00 PM The Hand Of Glory, : The Nurse's Story Malefica quaedam auguriatrix in Anglia fuit, quam demones horribiliter extraxerunt, et imponentes super equum terribilem, per aera rapuerunt; Clamoresque terribiles (ut ferunt) per quatuor ferme miliaria audiebantur. Nuremb. Chron. Poems 5/16/2014 5:02:00 PM 'Look At The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story FYTTE I. 'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce, As she open'd the door to her husband's knock, Poems 5/17/2014 1:45:00 AM Mr. Barney Maguire's Account Of The Coronation Och! the Coronation! what celebration For emulation can with it comparea When to Westminster the Royal Spinster, And the Duke of Leinster, all in order did repair! Poems 5/16/2014 10:51:00 AM A Lay Of St. Gengulphus 'Non multo post, Gengulphus, in domo sua dormiens, occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat. Cujus corpus dum in fereto in sepulturam portaretur, multi infirmi de tactu sanati sunt.' 'Cum hoc illius uxori referretur ab ancilla sua, scilicet dominum suum quam martyrem sanctum miracula facere, irridens illa, et subsurrans, ait, 'Ita Gengulphus miracula facitat ut pulvinarium meum cantat,' nbsp;c. nbsp;c.-- Wolfii Memorab. Poems 5/17/2014 10:01:00 AM Woone Smile Mwore O! MARY, when the zun went down, Woone night in spring, w' viry rim, Behind the nap wi' woody crown, An' left your smilen face so dim; Poems 7/8/2014 3:56:00 PM Mater Dolorosa I'D a dream to-night nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;As I fell asleep, O! the touching sight nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;Makes me still to weep: Poems 7/1/2014 4:38:00 PM The Wife A-Lost Up ste{'a}rs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome ple{'a}ce, Where flat-bough'd beech do grow; Below the beeches' bough, my love, Poems 6/30/2014 11:08:00 PM Woak Hill When sycamore leaves wer a-spreadèn Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; Poems 7/3/2014 3:17:00 AM The Surprise As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with girls at play, By leafy boughs close-hemmed around, Poems 7/2/2014 2:30:00 AM Wife A-Lost, The Since I noo mwore do zee your fe{'a}ce, Up ste{'a}rs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome ple{'a}ce, Where flat-bough'd beech do grow; Poems 7/8/2014 1:21:00 AM Tokens Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The tree do tell o' storms or het; Poems 7/8/2014 1:21:00 AM The Broken Heart News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven, Poems 6/30/2014 3:17:00 AM Zummer An' Winter When I led by zummer streams The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her, While the zun, wi' evenen beams, Did cast our sheades athirt the water; Poems 7/1/2014 4:31:00 PM Blackmwore Maidens THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow, The cowslip in the zun, The thyme upon the down do grow, The clote where streams do run; Poems 7/1/2014 9:30:00 PM The Castle Ruins A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide, As soon 's the zun begun to vall, We all stroll'd up the steep hill-zide To Meldon, gret an' small; Poems 7/3/2014 5:17:00 AM My Orcha'D In Linden Lea 'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; Poems 6/30/2014 4:32:00 PM The Girt Woak Tree That's In The Dell The girt woak tree that's in the dell! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' times when I wer young, Poems 5/18/2014 2:43:00 AM Easter Zunday Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass; Poems 7/11/2014 6:07:00 AM Evenén In The Village Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom, An' the men be at hwome vrom ground; An' the bells be a-zendén all down the Coombe Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Hay-Carren 'Tis merry ov a zummer's day, When vo'k be out a-haulèn hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the ground, Do meäke the staddle big an' round; Poems 5/17/2014 8:03:00 PM Hay-Meaken. Nunchen Time A. Back here, but now, the jobber John Come by, an' cried, 'Well done, zing on, I thought as I come down the hill, Poems 5/17/2014 5:51:00 PM My Fore-Elders When from the child, that still is led By hand, a father's hand is gone, --- Or when a few-year'd mother dead Poems 7/10/2014 10:01:00 AM The Blackbird Ov all the birds upon the wing Between the zunny showers o' spring,- Vor all the lark, a-swingen high, Mid zing below a cloudless sky, Poems 7/14/2014 6:29:00 AM The Child An' The Mowers O AYE! they had woone child bezide, An' a finer your eyes never met, Twer a dear little fellow that died In the summer that come wi' such het; Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM The Geate A-Vallen To In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew a-left at hwome, Poems 7/11/2014 2:56:00 PM The Peasant's Return And passing here through evening dew, He hastened happy to her door, But found the old folk only two With no more footsteps on the floor Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM The Spring When wintry weather's all a-done, An' brooks do sparkle in the zun, An' naisy-builden rooks do vlee Wi' sticks toward their elem tree; Poems 7/9/2014 7:53:00 PM The Turnstile Ah! sad wer we as we did peace the wold church road, wi' downcast feace, the while the bells, that mwoaned so deep above our child a-left asleep, Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM The Year Clock We zot bezide the leafy wall, Upon the bench at evenfall, While aunt led off our minds wrom ceare Wi' veairy teales, I can't tell where, Poems 5/17/2014 8:37:00 AM The Young That Died In Beauty If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How comely still, in sheape an' feace, Poems 5/16/2014 3:23:00 PM Vields By Watervalls When our downcast looks be smileless, Under others' wrongs an' slightens, When our daily deeds be guileless, An' do meet unkind requitens, Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Vull A Man No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if you can teake All steates that household life do meake. Poems 7/14/2014 6:28:00 PM The White Road Up Athirt The Hill WHEN high hot zuns da strik right down, An' burn our zweaty fiazen brown, An' zunny hangens that be nigh Be back'd by hills so blue's the sky; Poems 5/17/2014 2:03:00 PM Cherry-Lipped Adonis... Cherry-lipped Adonis in his snowy shape, Might not compare with his pure ivory white, On whose fair front a poet's pen might write, Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape. Poems 7/10/2014 5:15:00 AM The Nightingale As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Poems 5/16/2014 2:36:00 AM An Ode As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Poems 5/15/2014 2:17:00 AM To His Friend Master R. L., In Praise Of Music And Poetry If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs (the sister and the brother), Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Poems 7/1/2014 11:11:00 PM Against The Dispraisers Of Poetry Chaucer is dead; and Gower lies in grave; The Earl of Surrey long ago is gone; Sir Philip Sidney's soul the heavens have; George Gascoigne him before was tombed in stone. Poems 7/13/2014 8:58:00 PM Chiding Reproach will seldom mend the young, If they are left to need it; The breath of love must stir the tongue, If you would have them heed it. Poems 6/30/2014 4:42:00 PM Speak Gently Poems 6/28/2014 12:03:00 AM Childhood Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood, With its careless, thoughtless air, Like the verdant, tangled wildwood, Wants the training hand of care. Poems 6/27/2014 12:31:00 PM America The Beautiful O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! Poems 6/27/2014 3:06:00 PM Pigeon Post White wing, white wing, Lily of the air, What word dost bring, On whose errand farea Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Yellow Warblers The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes, I looked out to the oak that, winter-long, -- a winter wild with war and woe and wrong -- Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Anniversary Hymn [sung to tune: 'All Saints New'] Poems 7/8/2014 4:47:00 AM Great Twin Brethren, The The battle will not cease Till once again on those white steeds ye ride, O heaven-descended Twins, Before humanity's bewildered host. Poems 7/8/2014 4:07:00 PM Glory At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye. He had half a mind to scold her. An officer's mother and not keep dry The epaulet on his shoulder. Poems 7/1/2014 9:35:00 PM Pity Of It, The I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of the slain. Poems 7/9/2014 10:47:00 AM The Falmouth Bell Never was there lovelier town Than our Falmouth by the sea. Tender curves of sky look down On her grace of knoll and lea. Poems 5/20/2014 1:58:00 AM The Pity Of It I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of the slain. Poems 7/17/2014 10:37:00 AM Two Centuries Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore, Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there the ocean's roar. But though the north-east gale unleashed, rage-blind with power, relentless beat, The sturdy light-house sheds its beam on waves churned white beneath the sleet. Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM America To England 1899 Who would trust England, let him lift his eyes To Nelson, columned o'er Trafalgar Square, Poems 7/2/2014 4:19:00 PM To My Country O dear my Country, beautiful and dear, Love cloth not darken sight. God looketh through Love's eyes, whose vision clear Beholds more flaws than keenest Hate hath known. Poems 7/15/2014 1:44:00 PM Matthew Arnold On Hearing Him Read His Poems In Boston A stranger, schooled to gentle arts, He stept before the curious throng; His path into our waiting hearts Already paved by song. Poems 7/12/2014 3:47:00 AM Blood Road The Old Year groaned as he trudged away, His guilty shadow black on the snow, And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey At the road Time bade him go. Poems 7/1/2014 12:12:00 PM If You Could Come My love, my love, if you could come once more From your high place, I would not question you for heavenly lore, But, silent, take the comfort of your face. Poems 7/1/2014 6:13:00 PM Fodder For Cannon Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life's elect, Nature's truth, Poems 7/2/2014 1:00:00 AM Yellow Clover Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, Poems 5/16/2014 4:02:00 PM England To America And what of thee, O Lincoln's Landa What gloom Is darkening above the Sunset Seaa Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume Thy war-crest, bow thy knee, Poems 7/8/2014 12:34:00 AM Above The Battle Honor and pity for the smitten field, The valorous ranks mown down like precious corn, Whose want must famish love morn after morn, Till Death, the good physician, shall have healed Poems 7/1/2014 12:46:00 AM A Mountain Storm OUR blue sierras shone serene, sublime, When ghostly shapes came crowding up the air, Shadowing the landscape with some vast despair; Poems 7/2/2014 6:38:00 AM A Song Of Riches What will you give to a barefoot lass, Morning with breath like winea Wade, bare feet! In my wide morass Starry marigolds shine. Poems 7/8/2014 1:21:00 AM Apollo Laughs 'APOLLO laughs,' the proverb tells, Far echo of old oracles, A Delphic waif, —'Once in the year, Apollo laughs.' O laughter clear Poems 7/8/2014 10:46:00 AM April In September WHAT song is in the sap of this brave oak-tree That to the north-star faces, Ravened each June by caterpillar masses Poems 7/9/2014 8:08:00 AM Around The Sun THE weazen planet Mercury, Whose song is done, — Rash heart that drew too near His dazzling lord the Sun!— Poems 5/15/2014 2:26:00 PM At Stonehenge Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well, Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror, An ancient woe, colossal citadel Poems 7/2/2014 12:49:00 PM Babushka THOU whose sunny heart outglows Arctic snows; Russia's hearth-fire, cherishing Courage almost perishing; Poems 7/3/2014 6:54:00 AM Beyond COLOSSAL orb of space, Sparkling with diamond Of countless star on star, All whirling with wild grace Poems 7/8/2014 10:46:00 AM Children Of The War SHRUNKEN little bodies, pallid baby faces, Eyes of staring terror, innocence defiled, Tiny bones that strew the sand of silent places, Poems 7/8/2014 1:21:00 AM Don'T You Seea The day was hotter than words can tell, So hot the jelly-fish wouldn't jell. The halibut went all to butter, Poems 7/7/2014 10:13:00 PM Eavesdropping THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones Of hemlock and pungent pine, All the whispering woodland tones Poems 7/8/2014 10:46:00 AM Freedom's Battle-Song RED, white, blue, the flag that leads us on, Stripes as red as blood well shed by many a hero gone. Poems 7/2/2014 5:46:00 PM George Macdonald I HEARD him preach in Oxford years ago, A snowy-haired and tender-faced apostle. I watched the beech against the window blow, Poems 7/8/2014 9:11:00 AM Graves At Christiania WE bore them their own wild heather And ash-boughs jeweled red, There where they sleep together, Greatest of Norway's dead. Poems 7/7/2014 6:24:00 PM His Bit GALLANTLY swung the old carpenter up to his door, Drums and fifes in his tread, But softly he crossed the braided mats on the floor, Poems 7/8/2014 9:11:00 AM How Longa How long, O Prince of Peace, how longa We sicken of the shame Of this wild war that wraps the world, a roaring dragon-flame Poems 5/14/2014 10:08:00 PM In A Northern Wood FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs stretching green and level, Feasting-halls where waxwings flit at their spicy revel, Poems 7/17/2014 10:37:00 AM In August BESIDE the country road with truant grace Wild carrot lifts its circles of white lace. From vines whose interwoven branches drape Poems 7/17/2014 10:37:00 AM In The Oak THE leaves and tassels of the oak Were golden-green with May, Pavilion whence forever broke Poems 7/17/2014 10:37:00 AM Jerusalem AT last, at last the Crescent Falls back before the Cross. Great spirits, incandescent With longing and with loss, Poems 7/16/2014 1:50:00 PM Lydd For the Reunion of the Bates Family at Quincy, August 3, 1916 FAR away on the sunny levels Where Kent lies drowsing beside the sea, Poems 5/20/2014 1:58:00 AM Man Overboard YOUNG, the naked stoker who went Mad with the fires and leapt to the sea, Boyhood still in the voice that sent One shrill cry back from eternity. Poems 7/18/2014 6:54:00 AM Marching Feet THESE August nights, hushed but for drowsy peep Of fledglings, tremble with a strange vibration, A sound too far for hearing, sullen, dire, Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM Mist ON the mountain side they fashion, Those rifting shreds of storm, A figure of strange passion, A winged and sworded form. Poems 7/17/2014 10:39:00 AM Mother 'MOTHER! Mother!' he called as he fell In the horror there Of a bursting shell That strewed red flesh on the air. Poems 7/16/2014 1:50:00 PM My Lady Of Whims (A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman.) ROMAQUIA sat and wept her Lace mantilla full of tears. Poems 5/19/2014 1:06:00 PM New Roads FAR road for words that rush, Arrowing space, Swifter than meteors flush Star-road in race Poems 7/17/2014 10:39:00 AM New Year WHITE year, white year, Muffled soft in snow, A diamond spray whose gems are gone Before their grace we know Poems 7/17/2014 10:39:00 AM Night And Morning THE night was loud with tumult; trees were torn Sheer from their roots by the delirious wind; In some waste dreamland wandered all forlorn Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Northward THESE palms weave shadows of delight, But the truant heart flies forth To birch-boles glistening more than white Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM Not Yet NOT yet hath Nature, lovely colorist, Bestirred her from creative dream to fling Soft flame upon the woods, —nay, not to dip Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Only Mules No matter; we are only mules And slow to understand Poems 7/17/2014 10:39:00 AM Our Crown Of Praise A PRAISE beyond all other praise of ours This nation holds in jealous trust for him Who may approve himself, even in these dim, Poems 7/16/2014 1:50:00 PM Our First Families SWEET are the manners of the wood, Our only old society, Where all the folk are glad and good In unrebuked variety. Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM Our First War-Christmas HARD to wait for the postman's tramp Up the snowy walk, for the hand that gropes Deep in his pack, while the children tease Poems 7/16/2014 1:50:00 PM Our President GOD help him! Ay, and let us help him, too, Help him with our one hundred million minds Molded to loyalty, so that he finds Poems 7/17/2014 10:41:00 AM Out Of Siberia SHAKERAGS, cripples, gaunt and dazed, Prison-broken hosts on hosts, Torture-scarred and dungeon-crazed, Down the convict road they pour, Poems 7/16/2014 1:50:00 PM Playmates SUMMER fervors slacken; Sumac torches dim; There's bronze upon the bracken; September has a whim Poems 7/17/2014 10:41:00 AM Robin's Secret 'T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather, For a bird to trill and warble, all his wee red breast a-swell. Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Russia WHAT sudden voice peals to the Caucasus, To Finland and the bitter Caspian, To those Siberian prisons whither man Poems 7/16/2014 1:52:00 PM Shakespeare's Festival WHILE we keep our Poet's Tercentennial, Every school and city with its emulous Antic or solemnity, what tremulous Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Soldiers To Pacifists NOT ours to clamor shame on you, Nor fling a bitter blame on you, Nor brand a cruel name on you, That evil name of treason, Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM Spain Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; Poems 7/16/2014 1:52:00 PM Starlight At Sea OVER the murmurous choral of dim waves The constellations glow against the soft Ethereal dusk, —forever fair, aloft, Poems 7/14/2014 9:32:00 PM The Titanic As she sped from dawn to gloaming, a palace upon the sea, Did the waves from her proud bows foaming whisper what port should bea Poems 7/15/2014 1:51:00 PM The Conqueror Not the Prussian, the forsworn, By whose fury overborne, Martyred Belgium, you lie Bruised with all injury. Poems 7/13/2014 9:41:00 AM The Creed Of The Wood A WHIFF of forest scent, Balsam and fern, Won from dreary mood My heart's return, Poems 7/17/2014 10:41:00 AM The Death Of Olaf Tryggvision I BLUE as blossom of the myrtle Smiled the steadfast eyes of Olaf On the host of ships that harried Poems 5/19/2014 2:14:00 AM The End Of May THE fragrant air is full of down, Of floating, fleecy things From some forgotten fairy town Where all the folk wear wings. Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM The First Bluebirds THE poor earth was so winter-marred, Harried by storm so long, It seemed no spring could mend her, No tardy sunshine render Poems 7/16/2014 1:52:00 PM The German-American HONOR to him whose very blood remembers The old, enchanted dream-song of the Rhine, Although his house of life. is fair with shine Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM The Horses 'Thus far 80,000 horses have been shipped from the United States to the European belligerents.' WHAT was our share in the sinning, Poems 7/18/2014 6:54:00 AM The Least Of These THE wolf of want is howling At doors no angel keeps. Young Mary smiled on her Holy Child, But many a mother weeps. Poems 7/12/2014 12:44:00 PM The Lighthouse IN seas far north, day after day We leaned upon the rail, engrossed In frolic fin and jewel spray And crystal headlands of the coast. Poems 7/15/2014 1:51:00 PM The Little Knight In Green WHAT fragrant-footed comer Is stepping o'er my heada Behold, my queen! the Summer! Who deems her warriors dead. Poems 7/15/2014 1:51:00 PM The Morning Paper Carnage! Humanity disgraced! Time's dearest toil effaced! Poison gases and flame Poems 7/17/2014 10:41:00 AM The New Crusade LIFE is a trifle; Honor is all; Shoulder the rifle; Answer the call. Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM The Perfect Day GOD made a day of blue and gold, Sweet as a violet, As merry as a marigold; It may be shining yet Poems 7/17/2014 10:41:00 AM The Presence Chamber (Switzerland) BEHOLD a temple builded not by hands. Columns of mist, all shimmering with sun, Stream heavenward from the deep-cut vales that run Poems 7/15/2014 4:54:00 AM The Purple Thread I THE chosen maidens, Weavers of the Veil, Kneeling in crescent, from the High Priest took Poems 7/17/2014 10:43:00 AM The Red Cross Nurse ONE summer day, gleaming in memory, We drove, my Joy and I, Through fragrant hawthorn lanes Gold-fringed with wisps of rye Poems 7/16/2014 1:52:00 PM The Submarine That Sank The SPINDRIFT white shall her victims stand On the ivory quay, untrod By living feet, when she nears Ghoststrand, To point her out to God. Poems 7/12/2014 7:02:00 AM The Sunset, Woven Of Soft Lights THE sunset, woven of soft lights And tender colors, lingers late, As looking back on all day's dreary plights, Compassionate; Poems 7/12/2014 12:49:00 PM The Thracian Stone 'The faieries gave him the propertie of the Thracian stone; for who toucheth it is exempted from griefe.' Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM The U-Boat Crew ALAS, alas for those blond boys who stalk Their prey in ambush of the shuddering seas, Whiling the wait with merry, tender talk Poems 7/12/2014 12:49:00 PM This Tattered Catechism THIS tattered catechism weaves a spell, Invoking from the Long Ago a child Who deemed her fledgling soul so sin-defiled Poems 7/18/2014 6:54:00 AM Three Steps THREE steps there are our human life must climb. The first is Force. The savage struggled to it from the slime Poems 7/16/2014 1:52:00 PM To Canada OUR neighbor of the undefended bound, Friend of the hundred years of peace, our kin, Fellow adventurer on the enchanted ground Poems 7/14/2014 6:34:00 PM To Heavy Hearts HEAVY hearts, your jubilee Droops about the Christmas Tree. Sudden sighs cut off the laughter, For a haunting pain comes after Poems 7/17/2014 10:43:00 AM To Italy BRIGHT valor, smitten by so shrewd a blow, Drooping thy golden wing like wounded plover, What great, grieved faces o'er the battle hover, Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM To Our President HOPE of the Nations, lift thy stricken heart. Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee the cry Of battle-anguish comes more piercingly Poems 7/12/2014 6:36:00 PM To Peace THE cup, the ruby cup Whence anguish drips, At last is lifted up Against our lips. Poems 7/13/2014 9:41:00 AM War Profits THE horns of the moon are tipped With pearl. Her lover, wooed By charms and won, Endymion, Poems 7/18/2014 6:54:00 AM Waywise THE darkest wood that the north-wind stings Hath its balsamum and its silverlings, Poems 7/11/2014 2:56:00 PM What Is Christa I OH, what is Christ, that we should call on Hima Wasted Armenia, in her utter woe, Dies in the mocking desert, calling so. Poems 7/11/2014 6:07:00 AM When Cap'N Tom Comes Home WHEN Cap'n Tom comes home, and his sea chest Is opened, oh, the shells that rainbow foam Tossed on far shores, by us to be possessed Poems 7/13/2014 12:58:00 AM When The Millennium Comes WHEN the Millennium comes Only the kings will fight, While the princes beat the drums, And the queens in aprons white, Poems 7/14/2014 6:34:00 PM White Moments THE best of life, what is it but white momentsa Those swift illuminations when we see The flying shadows on the fragrant meadows Poems 7/16/2014 1:21:00 AM Wild Europe WILD Europe, red with Woden's dreadful dew, On fire with Loki's hate, more savage than Beasts that we shame by likening to man, Poems 7/17/2014 10:43:00 AM Wings GRAY gulls that wheeled and dipped and rose Where tossing crests like Alpine snows Would shimmer and entice; A stormy petrel, Judas soul, Poems 7/15/2014 1:51:00 PM Sister, Awake! Close Not Your Eyes Sister, awake! close not your eyes, The day her light discloses; And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses. Poems 7/13/2014 3:15:00 AM Phyllis, Farewell Poems 7/15/2014 1:51:00 PM