Robert Southey Poems
|82.||Hold Your Mad Hands||1/3/2003|
|83.||The Triumph Of Woman||1/1/2004|
|84.||The Cataract Of Lodore||4/8/2010|
|85.||My Days Among The Dead Are Past||1/3/2003|
|86.||The Old Man's Comforts And How He Gained Them||1/3/2003|
|89.||The Soldier's Wife||1/1/2004|
|90.||The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade.||4/8/2010|
|91.||The Battle Of Blenheim||1/3/2003|
|92.||God's Judgment On A Wicked Bishop||1/3/2003|
Comments about Robert Southey
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 ...
Donica - A Ballad
Author Note: In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unfounded depth, the water black and the fish therein
very distateful to the palate. In this are spectres often seen, which
foreshew either the death of the Governor, or some prime officer
belonging to the place; and most commonly it appeareth in the shape of
an harper, sweetly singing and dallying and playing under the water.
It is reported of one Donica, that after she was dead, the Devi