On The Wreck Of The Halsewell By Henry James Pye

On The Wreck Of The Halsewell A FRAGMENT. Now the loud winds with angry pinions sweep The laboring bosom of the stormy deep, The face…

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Alfred. Book V. By Henry James Pye

Alfred. Book V. ARGUMENT. Episode of Ceolph and Emmeline—March of the Army.—Battle of Eddington. ‘Mid Selwood’s sylvan walks, with martial care, The king arrays his…

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The Fourth Olympic Ode Of Pindar By Henry James Pye

The Fourth Olympic Ode Of Pindar STROPHE. Great Jove! supreme immortal King! Borne on the unwearied thunder’s wing; Again thy hours that roll along Responsive…

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Epitaph On Charles D’aussey, Esquire By Henry James Pye

Epitaph On Charles D’aussey, Esquire IN HOLY-ROOD CHURCH, SOUTHAMPTON. When Pomp, when Wealth, when Greatness sink to dust, Though Vanity adorn the splendid bust, Sincerer…

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The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy Iv. By Henry James Pye

The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy Iv. On him shall fame, shall endless glory wait, Him future ages crown with just applause, Who boldly daring…

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Sonnet I, Written At Cliefden Spring By Henry James Pye

Sonnet I, Written At Cliefden Spring Majestic Thames, whose ample current flows, The wood reflecting in its silver tide, Which, hanging from the hills that…

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Elegy I By Henry James Pye

Elegy I O Happiness! thou wish of every mind, Whose form, more subtle than the fleeting air, Leaves all thy votaries wandering far behind, Eludes…

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The Progress Of Refinement. Part Ii. By Henry James Pye

The Progress Of Refinement. Part Ii. As when stern Winter’s desolating power, Arm’d with the piercing frost, and sleety shower, O’er shivering Nature spreads it’s…

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Ode To Harmony By Henry James Pye

Ode To Harmony I. Immortal Harmony! thy heavenly strain Coeval grew with sea, and earth, and skies.— What time from chaos’ rude primeval reign The…

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Aerophorion By Henry James Pye

Aerophorion When bold Ambition tempts the ingenuous mind To leave the beaten paths of life behind, Sublime on Glory’s pinions to arise, Urg’d by the…

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The Last Elegy Of The Third Book Of Tibullus By Henry James Pye

The Last Elegy Of The Third Book Of Tibullus Propitious Bacchus come—so round thy brow Be with the mystic vine the ivy wove; Come, kindly…

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Epitaph On A Child By Henry James Pye

Epitaph On A Child Cruel the pang to hear the struggling sigh, Watch o’er the faded cheek and closing eye; See infant innocence with parting…

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The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy Iii. By Henry James Pye

The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy Iii. But ye are Britons—are the sons of those, Of that unconquer’d race, whose arms of yore, In many…

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Song; The Flowers Of The Spring That Enamel The Vale By Henry James Pye

Song; The Flowers Of The Spring That Enamel The Vale The flowers of the Spring that enamel the vale, Give their dyes to the meadows,…

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Dedication Sent With The Second Edition Of The Poem To His Majesty The King Of Prussia By Henry James Pye

Dedication Sent With The Second Edition Of The Poem To His Majesty The King Of Prussia Imperial Bard! if while my humble strain Thy precepts…

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The Progress Of Refinement. Part I. By Henry James Pye

The Progress Of Refinement. Part I. As when the stream by casual fountains fed First gushes from the cavern’s mossy bed, Dashing from rock to…

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Ode To Beauty By Henry James Pye

Ode To Beauty I. Enchanting power! whose influence blest O’er Nature reigns with pleasing sway, Whose mild command each gentler breast Enraptur’d glories to obey:…

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A Fragment Of Simonides By Henry James Pye

A Fragment Of Simonides Danaë, with her infant Son Perseus, was exposed in a Vessel to the fury of the waves, by order of her…

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The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar By Henry James Pye

The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar STROPHE I. Olympia! Mother of heroic Games! Queen of true Prophecy! beneath whose grove While the red victims pile…

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Epigram. Omnia Vincit Amor. By Henry James Pye

Epigram. Omnia Vincit Amor. O Love, though Virgil’s lays ascribe Resistless power to thee, Yet still I thought the happy tribe Of Dulness, ever free;…

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The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy Ii. By Henry James Pye

The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy Ii. How long in sloth’s inglorious fetters bound Slumber the brave?—The soft enchantment break. Britons to arms!—The taunting nations…

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Song; Let No Shepherd Sing To Me By Henry James Pye

Song; Let No Shepherd Sing To Me Let no Shepherd sing to me The stupid praise of Constancy, Nature bids her subjects range, All creation’s…

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Carmen Seculare For The Year 1800 By Henry James Pye

Carmen Seculare For The Year 1800 I. Incessant down the stream of Time And days, and years, and ages, roll, Speeding through Error’s iron clime…

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The Parsonage Improved By Henry James Pye

The Parsonage Improved Where gentle Deva’s lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro’ the winding vale, And fertile Cestria’s pastures green divide; Deep in the…

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Ode On The Divine Omnipresence By Henry James Pye

Ode On The Divine Omnipresence A College Exercise I. O sacred Muse! thy aid impart, To rapture wake the sounding lyre! And kindle in my…

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A Greek Scolion, Or Song By Henry James Pye

A Greek Scolion, Or Song By CALLISTRATUS, On HARMODIUS and ARISTOGEITON In myrtle wreaths my sword I bear, As, fir’d by zeal, the illustrious pair…

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The Art Of War. Book Vi. By Henry James Pye

The Art Of War. Book Vi. Thus has Victoria taught me to impart The rigid precepts of her glorious Art. We’ve trac’d the rules of…

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Elegy Vii By Henry James Pye

Elegy Vii Now has bright Sol fulfilled his circling course, Again to Taurus rolled his burning car, Since, cruel Prudence, thy resistlefs force Tore me…

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The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy I. By Henry James Pye

The War-Elegies Of Tyrtæus, Imitated; Elegy I. Not mine to sing the racer’s rapid flight, Or the athletic wrestler’s sinewy force, Not tho’ his limbs…

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Song; Fair Delia While Each Sighing Swain By Henry James Pye

Song; Fair Delia While Each Sighing Swain Fair Delia while each sighing swain Whose heart your charms adores, Fills with his tender vows the plain,…

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Beauty. Part Iii. By Henry James Pye

Beauty. Part Iii. Ye pleasing visions, and fantastic dreams, Of hallow’d mountains, of poetic streams, And shades for ever sacred to the song Of Græcian…

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The Ninth Olympic Ode Of Pindar By Henry James Pye

The Ninth Olympic Ode Of Pindar STROPHE I. The Lay Archilochus prepar’d, the meed Of every Victor on Olympia’s sand, Might have sufficed, thrice chanted,…

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Ode On The Birth Of The Prince Of Wales By Henry James Pye

Ode On The Birth Of The Prince Of Wales I. 1 . The fading beam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana’s…

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Written On A Lady’s Fan By Henry James Pye

Written On A Lady’s Fan In ancient times when like La Mancha’s Knight The adventurous Hero sallied forth to fight, Some sage Magician famous in…

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The Fading Gleam Of Parting Day By Henry James Pye

The Fading Gleam Of Parting Day I. 1. The fading gleam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana’s chaster ray With virgin…

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Elegy Vi By Henry James Pye

Elegy Vi Now has bright Sol fulfill’d his circling course, Again to Taurus roll’d his burning car, Since, cruel Prudence, thy resistless force Tore me…

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The Vine By Henry James Pye

The Vine Like clustering tents upon the embattled mead, See Vitis thick her small pavilions spread. Beneath each silken veil, with studious care Five amorous…

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Shooting By Henry James Pye

Shooting Ye sylvan muses! as my step invades The deep recesses of your hallow’d shades, Say will ye bid your echoing caves prolong The harsher…

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Beauty. Part I. By Henry James Pye

Beauty. Part I. A POETICAL ESSAY. The various powers by Nature’s hand combin’d To fill with harmony the raptur’d mind; Whose forms, as diff’rent lustre…

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The Myrtle And The Bramble By Henry James Pye

The Myrtle And The Bramble A FABLE. Luxuriant with perennial green A Myrtle young and lovely stood, Sole beauty of the wintry scene, The fairest…

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October And May By Henry James Pye

October And May ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq. : ‘Behold, with mild and matron mien, ‘With sober eye, and brow serene, ‘October sweep along;…

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Written In The Year 1779, When The Combined By Henry James Pye

Written In The Year 1779, When The Combined When the keen axe remorseless laid The woods of Edgecombe low, Lest now their leafy skreen should…

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The Art Of War. Book Iv. By Henry James Pye

The Art Of War. Book Iv. When Vice triumphant rul’d the iron age, And Justice left her seat to savage rage, ‘Gainst the rude neighbour…

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Elegy V By Henry James Pye

Elegy V Thee, sad Melpomene, I once again Invoke, nor ask the idly plaintive verse: Quit the light reed for sorrow’s sober strain, And hang…

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The Triumph Of Fashion By Henry James Pye

The Triumph Of Fashion A Vision In that bless’d season, when descending snows, In robes of virgin white, the fields inclose; When Beaux, and Belles,…

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Sent To Mr. Haley, On Reading His Epistles On Epic Poetry By Henry James Pye

Sent To Mr. Haley, On Reading His Epistles On Epic Poetry What blooming garlands shall the Muses twine, What verdant laurels weave, what flowers combine,…

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Beauty. Part Ii By Henry James Pye

Beauty. Part Ii Of all that Nature’s rural prospects yield, The chrystal fountain and the flow’ry field, Enough, my Muse!—the force of Beauty trace Now…

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Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part Iii. By Henry James Pye

Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part Iii. Awhile let War his bloody banners fold, And smiling Peace her gentler triumphs hold. The generous flame that warm’d…

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Written In A Seat At Stoke Park, By Henry James Pye

Written In A Seat At Stoke Park, Not with more joy from the loud tempest’s roar, The dangerous billow, and more dangerous shore, Escap’d,—the wave-worn…

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The Art Of War. Book Iii. By Henry James Pye

The Art Of War. Book Iii. Your footsteps now the arsenals have trod Where lie the treasures of the warrior God; Yet ‘midst his ranks…

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Elegy Viii By Henry James Pye

Elegy Viii WRITTEN AT MINSTED IN THE NEW FOREST O rising Sun! on this auspicious day With brighter beams gild every hill and grove; Ye…

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The Thirteenth Olympic Ode Of Pindar By Henry James Pye

The Thirteenth Olympic Ode Of Pindar STROPHE I. Whilst I rehearse the illustrious House’s Praise, Thrice Victor in Olympia’s sportive war, To friends and strangers…

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Sent To Dr. Hayes, With The Ode To Harmony By Henry James Pye

Sent To Dr. Hayes, With The Ode To Harmony As Man’s dull form inert and silent lay, A senseless heap of unenliven’d clay, Till bold…

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Amusement By Henry James Pye

Amusement A POETICAL ESSAY. By gay Amusement’s soul-subduing power To chear the mournful or the vacant hour, In fancy’s freakful gambols to delight, Or wage…

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Lenore, A Tale By Henry James Pye

Lenore, A Tale LENÓRE wakes from dreams of dread At the rosy dawn of day, ‘Art thou false, or art thou dead? ‘William wherefore this…

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Verses Sent To The Corps Of Wantage By Henry James Pye

Verses Sent To The Corps Of Wantage When loud Invasion with infuriate roar, With boastful threatening shakes Britannia’s shore; Should Alfred turn his sainted eyes…

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The Art Of War. Book I. By Henry James Pye

The Art Of War. Book I. Illustrious Prince mark’d out by partial Fate To bear the burthen, and the pomp of state, To reign of…

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Elegy Ix By Henry James Pye

Elegy Ix AVON. WRITTEN DURING THE STRATFORD JUBILEE. From the clear stream that o’er her grotto flows The silver-slipper’d Avon slowly rose, And pensive on…

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The Tenth Olympic Ode Of Pindar By Henry James Pye

The Tenth Olympic Ode Of Pindar STROPHE I. O Muse, awake the Olympic Lay, Which to Archestratus’ brave Son we owe; The meed I promis’d…

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Prologue, Intended For By Henry James Pye

Prologue, Intended For The cause with learn’d investigation fraught, Behold at length to this tribunal brought, No fraud your penetrating eyes can cheat, None here…

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