Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

81. After Blenheim 4/8/2010
82. Donica - A Ballad 1/1/2004
83. High In The Air Exposed 1/3/2003
84. Winter 1/3/2003
85. The Old Man's Comforts And How He Gained Them 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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Porlock

Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair to sight,
Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown,
The waters that roll musically down
Thy woody glens, the traveller with delight
Recalls to memory, and the channel grey
Circling its surges in thy level bay.
Porlock! I shall forget thee not,
Here by the unwelcome summer rain confined;
But often shall hereafter call to mind

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