Robert Southey

"Enter this cavern Stranger! the ascent     Is long and steep and toilsome; here awhile     Thou mayest repose thee, from the noontide heat"

"Here Stranger rest thee! from the neighbouring towers     Of Oxford, haply thou hast forced thy bark     Up this strong stream, whose broken wat"

"O thou who from the mountain's height         Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight     Of waters to old Niles majestic tide;"

"(Time Night. Scene the woods.)     Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend     My weary way? thus worn with toil and faint     How thro' the"

""Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask         Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot's meeds,         Am now enforst a far unfitter task"

"[GREEK (transliterated):                 Tin gar potaeisomai                     tan chai schuliches tromeonti                         Erchomen"

"It was a little island where he dwelt,         Or rather a lone rock, barren and bleak,         Short scanty herbage spotting with dark spots"

"Oh he is worn with toil! the big drops run         Down his dark cheek; hold--hold thy merciless hand,         Pale tyrant! for beneath thy hard"

"Margaret! my Cousin!--nay, you must not smile;         I love the homely and familiar phrase;         And I will call thee Cousin Margaret,"

"Hark--how the church-bells thundering harmony         Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,         Good tidings of great joy! two g"

"Tho' now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze That lingers o'er the green wood shade, I love thee Winter! well. Sweet are the harm"

"Author Note: The story of the following ballad was related to me, when a school boy, as a fact which had really happened in the North of England. I ha"

"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 icedrop at thy s"

"And I was once like this! that glowing cheek Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow Smooth as the level lake, when not a breeze Dies o'er"

"The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal, And the Old Woman knew what he said, And she grew pale at the Raven's tale, And sicken'd and went to her be"

""How does the water                     Come down at Lodore?"                         My little boy asked me"

"DACTYLICS.     Weary way-wanderer languid and sick at heart     Travelling painfully over the rugged road,     Wild-visag'd Wanderer! ah for t"

"A well there is in the west country,     And a clearer one never was seen;     There is not a wife in the west country     But has heard of t"

"written on the first of January, 1794     Come melancholy Moralizer--come!     Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath;             With me enga"

"WOMAN.             Sir for the love of God some small relief             To a poor woman!     TRAVELLER.             Whither are you bound?"

"Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly!     Leave thy guilty sire to die.     O'er the heath the stripling fled,     The wild storm howling round his"

"JANE.          Harry! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw round          The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us          One of her stories"

"Orleans was hush'd in sleep. Stretch'd on her couch         The delegated Maiden lay: with toil         Exhausted and sore anguish, soon she"

"Remove far from me vanity and lies; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me.     The words of Agur.     The T"

"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         F"

"Betwene the Cytee and the Chirche of Bethlehem, is the felde Floridus,    that is to seyne, the feld florisched. For als moche as a fayre Mayd"

"And I was once like this! that glowing cheek     Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow     Smooth as the level lake, when not a bre"

"In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unfounded depth, the water black and the fish therein very"

"NATHANIEL.             Father! here father! I have found a horse-shoe!             Faith it was just in time, for t'other night             I l"

"The Emperor Nap he would set off             On a summer excursion to Moscow;     The fields were green and the sky was blue,"

"STRANGER.             Old friend! why you seem bent on parish duty,             Breaking the highway stones,--and 'tis a task             Somew"

"The subject of this parody was given me by a friend, to whom also I am indebted for some of the stanzas.     Respecting the patent coffins herei"

"Poussin! most pleasantly thy pictur'd scenes     Beguile the lonely hour; I sit and gaze     With lingering eye, till charmed FANCY makes     T"

"Argument.     To leap from the promontory of LEUCADIA was believed by the Greeks to be a remedy for hopeless love, if the self-devoted victim es"

"Did then the bold Slave rear at last the Sword         Of Vengeance? drench'd he deep its thirsty blade     In the cold bosom of his tyrant lord"

"A COLLOQUIAL POEM     Jacob! I do not like to see thy nose     Turn'd up in scornful curve at yonder pig,     It would"

"The Maiden, musing on the Warrior's words,         Turn'd from the Hall of Glory. Now they reach'd         A cavern, at whose mouth a Genius"

"For thirty years secluded from mankind,     Here Marten linger'd. Often have these walls     Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread     He pa"

"And wouldst thou seek the low abode             Where PEACE delights to dwell?         Pause Traveller on thy way of life!         With man"

"Art thou a Patriot Traveller? on this field     Did FALKLAND fall the blameless and the brave     Beneath a Tyrant's banners: dost thou boast"

"With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone         Life's upward road I journeyed many a day,         And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay     B"

"(Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore.[1])     Once more to daily toil--once more to wear     The weeds of infamy--from every joy     The heart can fee"

"Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain         Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood?         For ever must your Nigers tainted"

"SAPPHICs.     Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snows fell,     Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked,     When a poor Wander"

"From his brimstone bed at break of day         A walking the Devil is gone,     To look at his snug little farm of the World,         And see"

"The story of the following ballad was related to me, when a school boy, as a fact which had really happened in the North of England. I have adopted th"

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

"Small is the new-born plant scarce seen         Amid the soft encircling green,             Where yonder budding acorn rears,         Just"

"And they have drown'd thee then at last! poor Phillis!     The burthen of old age was heavy on thee.     And yet thou should'st have lived! what"

"In September, 1798, a Dissenting Minister of Bristol, discovered a Sailor in the neighbourhood of that City, groaning and praying in a hovel. The circ"

"What! and not one to heave the pious sigh!     Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye     For social scenes, for life's endearments fled,"

"The lilly cheek, the "purple light of love,"     The liquid lustre of the melting eye,--     Mary! of these the Poet sung, for these     Did Wo"

"(Time, Evening.)     JOHN.     'Tis a calm pleasant evening, the light fades away,     And the Sun going down has done watch for the day.     T"

"The coffin [1] as I past across the lane         Came sudden on my view. It was not here,         A sight of every day, as in the streets"

"Aye Charles! I knew that this would fix thine eye,         This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch,         Its leaves just withering"

"High in the air expos'd the Slave is hung         To all the birds of Heaven, their living food!     He groans not, tho' awaked by that fierce S"

"How darkly o'er yon far-off mountain frowns         The gather'd tempest! from that lurid cloud         The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful an"

"She spake, and lo! celestial radiance beam'd     Amid the air, such odors wafting now     As erst came blended with the evening gale,     From"

"(Time, Noon.)     HUMPHREY:     See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun     By this time half his daily race has run?     The savage thr"

"Stranger! awhile upon this mossy bank     Recline thee. If the Sun rides high, the breeze,     That loves to ripple o'er the rivulet,     Will"