Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

81. After Blenheim 4/8/2010
82. Donica - A Ballad 1/1/2004
83. The Old Man's Comforts And How He Gained Them 1/3/2003
84. High In The Air Exposed 1/3/2003
85. Winter 1/3/2003
86. Ariste 1/3/2003
87. The Widow 1/1/2004
88. The Battle Of Blenheim 1/3/2003
89. Hold Your Mad Hands 1/3/2003
90. Go, Valentine 1/3/2003
91. His Books 1/4/2003
92. God's Judgment On A Wicked Bishop 1/3/2003
93. Inchcape Rock 1/3/2003
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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