Category: Poetry

The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems

As the mind of man is ever fond of variety, nothing seems better calculated to entertain, than a judicious collection of the smaller, though not on that account less laboured, productions of eminent poets: an entertainment, not unlike that which we receive from surveying a fin...

Chapters

8. Part 8

Tho' jocund JUNE may justly boast Long days and happy hours; Tho' AUGUST be POMONA'S host, And MAY be crown'd with flow'rs; Tell JUNE his fire and crimson dyes By HARRIOT'S blus...

7. Part 7

When now, mature in classic knowledge, The joyful youth is sent to college, His father comes, an humble suitor, With bows and speeches to his tutor, "Sir, give me leave to recom...

6. Part 6

Hence, iron-scepter'd WINTER, haste To bleak Siberian waste! Haste to thy polar solitude; Mid cataracts of ice, Whose torrents dumb are stretch'd in fragments rude, From many an...

1. Part 1

As the mind of man is ever fond of variety, nothing seems better calculated to entertain, than a judicious collection of the smaller, though not on that account less laboured, p...

2. Part 2

At once to raise our rev'rence and delight, To elevate the mind, and please the sight, To pour in virtue at th' attentive eye, And waft the soul on wings of extacy; For this the...

4. Part 4

On closing flow'rs when genial gales diffuse The fragrant tribute of refreshing dews; When chaunts the milk-maid at her balmy pail, And weary reapers whistle o'er the vale; Char...

5. Part 5

The Curfeu tolls, the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness, and to me. Now...

3. Part 3

O Parent of each lovely muse, Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse! O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide! To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden...