The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade. By Robert Southey

The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade. He stopt,–it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously…

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Ode Written On The First Of January By Robert Southey

Ode Written On The First Of January Come melancholy Moralizer–come! Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath; With me engarland now The SEPULCHRE OF…

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Botany Bay Eclogues 02 – Elinor By Robert Southey

Botany Bay Eclogues 02 – Elinor (Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore.) Once more to daily toil–once more to wear The weeds of infamy–from every joy…

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Sonnet By Robert Southey

Sonnet With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone Life’s upward road I journeyed many a day, And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay Beguil’d my…

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Inscription 04 – For The Apartment In Chepstow-Castle By Robert Southey

Inscription 04 – For The Apartment In Chepstow-Castle For thirty years secluded from mankind, Here Marten linger’d. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as…

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To A Goose By Robert Southey

To A Goose If thou didst feed on western plains of yore Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet Over some Cambrian mountain’s plashy…

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Rudiger – A Ballad By Robert Southey

Rudiger – A Ballad Author Note: Divers Princes and Noblemen being assembled in a beautiful and fair Palace, which was situate upon the river Rhine,…

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God’s Judgment On A Wicked Bishop By Robert Southey

God’s Judgment On A Wicked Bishop The summer and autumn had been so wet, That in winter the corn was growing yet, ‘Twas a piteous…

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The Rose By Robert Southey

The Rose Nay EDITH! spare the rose!–it lives–it lives, It feels the noon-tide sun, and drinks refresh’d The dews of night; let not thy gentle…

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Metrical Letter, Written From London. By Robert Southey

Metrical Letter, Written From London. Margaret! my Cousin!–nay, you must not smile; I love the homely and familiar phrase; And I will call thee Cousin…

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Birth-Day Ode 03 By Robert Southey

Birth-Day Ode 03 And wouldst thou seek the low abode Where PEACE delights to dwell? Pause Traveller on thy way of life! With many a…

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Wat Tyler – Act I By Robert Southey

Wat Tyler – Act I ACT I. SCENE, A BLACKSMITH’S-SHOP Wat Tyler at work within. A May-pole before the Door. ALICE, PIERS, &c. SONG. CHEERFUL…

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Sonnet 10 By Robert Southey

Sonnet 10 How darkly o’er yon far-off mountain frowns The gather’d tempest! from that lurid cloud The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful and loud Tho’ distant;…

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Inscription 05 – For A Monument At Silbury-Hill By Robert Southey

Inscription 05 – For A Monument At Silbury-Hill This mound in some remote and dateless day Rear’d o’er a Chieftain of the Age of Hills,…

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To The Chapel Bell By Robert Southey

To The Chapel Bell “Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot’s meeds, Am now enforst…

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Sonnet 02 By Robert Southey

Sonnet 02 Think Valentine, as speeding on thy way Homeward thou hastest light of heart along, If heavily creep on one little day The medley…

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Go, Valentine By Robert Southey

Go, Valentine Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid Whom fancy still will portray to my sight, How here I linger in this sullen shade,…

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The Race Of Banquo By Robert Southey

The Race Of Banquo Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly! Leave thy guilty sire to die. O’er the heath the stripling fled, The wild storm…

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Musings On A Landscape Of Gaspar Poussin By Robert Southey

Musings On A Landscape Of Gaspar Poussin Poussin! most pleasantly thy pictur’d scenes Beguile the lonely hour; I sit and gaze With lingering eye, till…

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Birth-Day Ode 02 By Robert Southey

Birth-Day Ode 02 Small is the new-born plant scarce seen Amid the soft encircling green, Where yonder budding acorn rears, Just o’er the waving grass,…

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Written On Sunday Morning By Robert Southey

Written On Sunday Morning Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! I to the Woodlands wend, and there In lovely Nature see the GOD…

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Sonnet 08 By Robert Southey

Sonnet 08 With many a weary step, at length I gain Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze plays, Gratefully round my brow, as hence…

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Inscription 03 – For A Cavern That Overlooks The River Avon By Robert Southey

Inscription 03 – For A Cavern That Overlooks The River Avon Enter this cavern Stranger! the ascent Is long and steep and toilsome; here awhile…

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The Well Of St. Keyne By Robert Southey

The Well Of St. Keyne A Well there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen; There is not a wife…

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Porlock By Robert Southey

Porlock Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair to sight, Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown, The waters that roll musically down Thy woody…

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English Eclogues Vi – The Ruined Cottage By Robert Southey

English Eclogues Vi – The Ruined Cottage Aye Charles! I knew that this would fix thine eye, This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch, Its…

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The Pauper’s Funeral By Robert Southey

The Pauper’s Funeral What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for life’s endearments…

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Ode Written On The First Of December By Robert Southey

Ode Written On The First Of December Tho’ now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze That lingers o’er the green…

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Ariste By Robert Southey

Ariste Let ancient stories round the painter’s art, Who stole from many a maid his Venus’ charms, Till warm devotion fired each gazer’s heart And…

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Winter By Robert Southey

Winter A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee, Old Winter, with a rugged beard as grey As the long moss upon the apple-tree; Blue-lipt, an…

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Sonnet 09 By Robert Southey

Sonnet 09 Fair is the rising morn when o’er the sky The orient sun expands his roseate ray, And lovely to the Bard’s enthusiast eye…

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Inscription 02 – For A Column At Newbury By Robert Southey

Inscription 02 – For A Column At Newbury Art thou a Patriot Traveller? on this field Did FALKLAND fall the blameless and the brave Beneath…

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The Widow By Robert Southey

The Widow Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snows fell, Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked, When a poor Wanderer struggled…

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Poems On The Slave Trade – Sonnet Vi By Robert Southey

Poems On The Slave Trade – Sonnet Vi High in the air expos’d the Slave is hung To all the birds of Heaven, their living…

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English Eclogues V – The Witch By Robert Southey

English Eclogues V – The Witch NATHANIEL. Father! here father! I have found a horse-shoe! Faith it was just in time, for t’other night I…

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The Old Man’s Comforts And How He Gained Them By Robert Southey

The Old Man’s Comforts And How He Gained Them You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you…

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Mary – A Ballad By Robert Southey

Mary – A Ballad Author Note: The story of the following ballad was related to me, when a school boy, as a fact which had…

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After Blenheim By Robert Southey

After Blenheim It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar’s work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by…

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Wat Tyler – Act Iii By Robert Southey

Wat Tyler – Act Iii ACT III. SCENE—SMITHFIELD. PIERS (meeting JOHN BALL.) You look disturb’d, my father? JOHN BALL. Piers, I am so. Jack Straw…

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Sonnet 06 By Robert Southey

Sonnet 06 (to a brook near the village of Corston.) As thus I bend me o’er thy babbling stream And watch thy current, Memory’s hand…

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Inchcape Rock By Robert Southey

Inchcape Rock No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The Ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received…

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The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans – The Third Book By Robert Southey

The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans – The Third Book The Maiden, musing on the Warrior’s words, Turn’d from the Hall of Glory. Now…

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Poems On The Slave Trade – Sonnet V By Robert Southey

Poems On The Slave Trade – Sonnet V Did then the bold Slave rear at last the Sword Of Vengeance? drench’d he deep its thirsty…

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English Eclogues Iv – The Sailor’s Mother By Robert Southey

English Eclogues Iv – The Sailor’s Mother WOMAN. Sir for the love of God some small relief To a poor woman! TRAVELLER. Whither are you…

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The Holly-Tree By Robert Southey

The Holly-Tree O reader! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an…

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My Days Among The Dead Are Past By Robert Southey

My Days Among The Dead Are Past My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where’er these casual eyes are cast, The…

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Wat Tyler – Act Ii By Robert Southey

Wat Tyler – Act Ii ACT II. SCENE— BLACKHEATH. TYLER, HOB, &c. SONG. ‘ When Adam delv’d, and Eve span, ‘ Who was then the…

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Sonnet 07 By Robert Southey

Sonnet 07 (to the rainbow) Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray Each in the other…

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Inscription 01 – For A Tablet At Godstow Nunnery By Robert Southey

Inscription 01 – For A Tablet At Godstow Nunnery Here Stranger rest thee! from the neighbouring towers Of Oxford, haply thou hast forced thy bark…

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The Victory By Robert Southey

The Victory Hark–how the church-bells thundering harmony Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come, Good tidings of great joy! two gallant ships Met…

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On The Death Of A Favourite Old Spaniel By Robert Southey

On The Death Of A Favourite Old Spaniel And they have drown’d thee then at last! poor Phillis! The burthen of old age was heavy…

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English Eclogues Ii – The Grandmother’s Tale By Robert Southey

English Eclogues Ii – The Grandmother’s Tale JANE. Harry! I’m tired of playing. We’ll draw round The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us One…

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The Curse Of Kehama By Robert Southey

The Curse Of Kehama I charm thy life, From the weapons of strife, From stone and from wood, From fire and from flood, From the…

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Lord William By Robert Southey

Lord William No eye beheld when William plunged Young Edmund in the stream, No human ear but William’s heard Young Edmund’s drowning scream. Submissive all…

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To The Genius Of Africa By Robert Southey

To The Genius Of Africa O thou who from the mountain’s height Roll’st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles…

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Sonnet 05 By Robert Southey

Sonnet 05 Hard by the road, where on that little mound The high grass rustles to the passing breeze, The child of Misery rests her…

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Hymn To The Penates By Robert Southey

Hymn To The Penates Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple’s ruined wall I hang the silent harp:…

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The Triumph Of Woman By Robert Southey

The Triumph Of Woman Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o’er distant lands has…

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Poems On The Slave Trade – Sonnet Ii By Robert Southey

Poems On The Slave Trade – Sonnet Ii Why dost thou beat thy breast and rend thine hair, And to the deaf sea pour thy…

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English Eclogues Iii – The Funeral By Robert Southey

English Eclogues Iii – The Funeral The coffin as I past across the lane Came sudden on my view. It was not here, A sight…

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