Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

1. Wat Tyler - Act Iii 4/8/2010
2. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Second Book 4/8/2010
3. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
4. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Third Book 4/8/2010
5. Metrical Letter, Written From London. 4/8/2010
6. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The First Book 4/8/2010
7. Wat Tyler - Act Ii 4/8/2010
8. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
9. Wat Tyler - Act I 4/8/2010
10. Sonnet 4/8/2010
11. The Complaints Of The Poor 4/8/2010
12. The Victory 4/8/2010
13. Lord William 4/8/2010
14. Sonnet 07 1/1/2004
15. Sappho - A Monodrama 1/1/2004
16. Sonnet 09 1/1/2004
17. Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest 1/1/2004
18. Jaspar 4/8/2010
19. Mary - A Ballad 1/1/2004
20. The Cross Roads 4/8/2010
21. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Ii 1/1/2004
22. Sonnet 03 1/1/2004
23. English Eclogues Ii - The Grandmother's Tale 4/8/2010
24. Inscription 08 - For The Cenotaph At Ermenonville 1/1/2004
25. The Surgeon's Warning 4/8/2010
26. Inscription 04 - For The Apartment In Chepstow-Castle 1/1/2004
27. The Holly-Tree 4/8/2010
28. Sonnet 02 1/1/2004
29. Musings On A Landscape Of Gaspar Poussin 1/1/2004
30. English Eclogues Iii - The Funeral 4/8/2010
31. Sonnet 01 1/1/2004
32. The Rose 4/8/2010
33. Rudiger - A Ballad 1/1/2004
34. The Race Of Banquo 1/1/2004
35. The Cataract Of Lodore 4/8/2010
36. Inscription 07 - For A Tablet On The Banks Of A Stream 1/1/2004
37. To The Chapel Bell 1/1/2004
38. To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age 1/1/2004
39. Ode Written On The First Of January 1/1/2004
40. English Eclogues I - The Old Mansion-House 4/8/2010

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Best Poem of Robert Southey

Inchcape Rock

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.

Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

The Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.

When the Rock was hid by the surge’s swell,
The Mariners heard the ...

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Hymn To The Penates

Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain
Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall
I hang the silent harp: there may its strings,
When the rude tempest shakes the aged pile,
Make melancholy music. One Song more!
PENATES! hear me! for to you I hymn
The votive lay. Whether, as sages deem,
Ye dwell in the inmost Heaven, the COUNSELLORS
Of JOVE; or if, SUPREME OF DEITIES,

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