Category: Poetry
Farewell thy printless sands and pebbly shore! I hear the white surge beat thy coast no more, Pure, gentle source of the high, rapturous mood!— —Where’er, like the great Flood, by thy dread force Propell’d—shape Thou my calm, my blameless course, Heaven, Earth, and Ocean’s Lor...
Farewell thy printless sands and pebbly shore! I hear the white surge beat thy coast no more, Pure, gentle source of the high, rapturous mood!— —Where’er, like the great Flood,...
2. Part 2And Thou, not less renown’d in like attempt Of high achievement, though thy virtue fail’d To save thy little country, Patriot Prince, Hero, Philosopher—what more could they Who...
3. Part 3“How Dr. _John Coldwell_, of a physitian, became a bishop, I have heard by more than a good many; and I will briefly handle it, and as tenderly as I can; bearing myself equal be...
4. Part 4Ah! where is hid, if still it may survive The canker’d tooth of Age and Time’s despight, Ah! where is hid that Orb of glass so bright, That Merlin for King Ryence did contrive;...
5. Part 5[28] Suworow affectoit beaucoup de simplicité et de rudesse. On le voyoit quelquefois ôter sa chemise au milieu des Cosaques, et la fain chauffer, en disant que c’étoit _pour tu...
6. Part 6Quem neque Mars potuit, neque mox Neptunus in undis, Illisa scopulo nave, domare virum, Hunc ignota manus vulnusque ignobile stravit Tentantem offenso sistere se populo. Quid ti...