Author: Robert Southey

(to the rainbow) Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray Each […]

Let ancient stories round the painter’s art, Who stole from many a maid his Venus’ charms, Till warm devotion fired […]

Did then the bold Slave rear at last the Sword Of Vengeance? drench’d he deep its thirsty blade In the […]

With many a weary step, at length I gain Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze plays, Gratefully round my […]

I charm thy life, From the weapons of strife, From stone and from wood, From fire and from flood, From […]

It was a summer evening; Old Kaspar’s work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the […]

Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood? For ever […]

Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood? For ever […]

Here Stranger rest thee! from the neighbouring towers Of Oxford, haply thou hast forced thy bark Up this strong stream, […]

Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple’s ruined wall I hang the silent […]

You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are grey; You are […]

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

Art thou a Patriot Traveller? on this field Did FALKLAND fall the blameless and the brave Beneath a Tyrant’s banners: […]

A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee, Old Winter, with a rugged beard as grey As the long moss upon […]

Weary way-wanderer languid and sick at heart Travelling painfully over the rugged road, Wild-visag’d Wanderer! ah for thy heavy chance! […]