Author: Robert Southey

Dark HORROR, hear my call! Stern Genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre’s moss-cankered seat, Beneath the Abbey’s […]

What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for […]

High in the air expos’d the Slave is hung To all the birds of Heaven, their living food! He groans […]

Not to thee Bedford mournful is the tale Of days departed. Time in his career Arraigns not thee that the […]

Author Note: Divers Princes and Noblemen being assembled in a beautiful and fair Palace, which was situate upon the river […]

High in the air exposed the slave is hung, To all the birds of heaven, their living food! He groans […]

(to a brook near the village of Corston.) As thus I bend me o’er thy babbling stream And watch thy […]

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

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

Stranger! awhile upon this mossy bank Recline thee. If the Sun rides high, the breeze, That loves to ripple o’er […]