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The moist and quiet morn was scarc… When Ariadne in her bower was wak… Her eyelids still were closing, an… But indistinctly yet a little bird… That in the leaves o’erhead, waiti…
Death is a road our dearest friend… Why with such leaders, fear to say… Its gate repels, lest it too soon… But turns in balm on the immortal… Mothers have passed it: fathers, c…
Ye brave, enduring Englishmen, Who dash through fire and flood, And spend with equal thoughtlessne… Your money and your blood, I sing of that black season,
Huzza, my boys! our friends the D… Our good old friends, and burst th… Aye, and have done it without bloo… Like men, to sense as well as free… The moment, I’ll be sworn, that O…
You strange, astonished-looking, a… Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of… Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your… And mute, though dwellers in the r…
SLEEP breathes at last from out… My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day’s annoy. I sit me down, and think
Amazing monster! that, for aught… With the first sight of thee didst… For ever stare! O flat and shocki… Grimly divided from the breast bel… Thou that on dry land horribly dos…
Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree; Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large than he. They sent against him twenty men,
Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills the… With the breath of the rain’s swee… Hark! the burthen, swift and prone…
Now sheath’d is the Sword that wa… The Tempest of Slaughter and Ter… Old ALBION her Neighbour all s… For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms… Beam on the day,
It flows through old hushed Egypt… Like some grave mighty thought thr… And times and things, as in that v… Keeping along it their eternal sta… Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shep…
How sweet it were, if without feeb… Or dying of the dreadful beauteous… An angel came to us, and we could… To see him issue from the silent a… At evening in our room, and bend o…
Reader! what soul that laoves a ve… The spring return, nor glow like y… Hear the quick birds, and see the… Nor long to utter his melodious wi… This more than ever leaps into the…
Paupertas onus visa est grave. Cold blows the wind, and while the… Bursts trembling from my swollen e… The rain’s big drop, quick meets i… And on my naked bosom flies!