#EnglishWriters
O Phoebus! down the western sky, Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply… And wake them to the cares of day. Come, gentle Eve, the friend of c…
{On her giving the author a gold a… net-work purse of her own weaving}… Though gold and silk their charms… To make thy curious web delight, In vain the varied work would shin…
Though grief and fondness in my br… When injured Thales bids the town… Yet still my calmer thoughts his c… I praise the hermit, but regret th… Who now resolves, from vice and L…
1 When Learning’s trium… 2 First rear’d the stage, immo… 3 Each change of many-colour’d… 4 Exhausted worlds, and then i… 5 Existence saw him spurn her…
The snow dissolv’d, no more is see… The fields and woods, behold! are… The changing year renews the plain… The rivers know their banks again; The sprightly nymph and naked grac…
LIFE of Ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free, Flowing in the Prophet’s word And the People’s liberty! Never was to chosen race
LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plent… Great Sir John, are all your own. Loosen’d from the minor’s tether,
Oft in danger, yet alive, We are come to thirty-five; Long may better years arrive, Better years than thirty-five. Could philosophers contrive
Behold, my fair, where’er we rove, What dreary prospects round us ris… The naked hill, the leafless grove… The hoary ground, the frowning ski… Nor only through the wasted plain,
Alas! with swift and silent pace, Impatient time rolls on the year; The Seasons change, and Nature’s… Now sweetly smiles, now frowns sev… ’Twas Spring, ’twas Summer, all w…
When lately Stella’s form display… The beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs, who found their power… Proclaim’d her not so fair as fine… ‘Fate! snatch away the bright disg…
Had this fair figure, which this f… Adorn’d in Roman time the brighte… In every dome, in every sacred pla… Her statue would have breathed an… And on its basis would have been e…
The Electrician Long hast thou borne the burden of… Thy task is ended, venerable Grey… No more shall art thy dexterous ha… To break the sleep of elemental fi…
The man who pants for ample sway, Must bid his passions all obey; Must bid each wild desire be still… Nor yoke his reason with his will: For though beneath thy haughty bro…
Thou who survey’st these walls wit… Pause at this tomb where Hanmer’s… His various worth through varied l… And learn his virtues while thou m… His force of genius burn’d in earl…