Author: Robert Southey

O my faithful Friend! O early chosen, ever found the same, And trusted and beloved! once more the verse Long […]

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

Go Valentine and tell that lovely maid Whom Fancy still will pourtray to my sight, How her Bard lingers in […]

Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snows fell, Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked, When a […]

This mound in some remote and dateless day Rear’d o’er a Chieftain of the Age of Hills, May here detain […]

Small is the new-born plant scarce seen Amid the soft encircling green, Where yonder budding acorn rears, Just o’er the […]

“Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot’s meeds, Am now […]