Poems by Henry James Pye
Elegy VII
... I'll rove, where opening flowers their sweets combine, ...
Elegy I
... Alas not there!though conquest grace his sword, ...
On The Wreck Of The Halsewell
... Heavens!that soul-piercing shriek!the conflict's o'er, ...
Faringdon Hill. Book I
... From Bristol's crowded wharf to London's princely shores ...
Amusement
... The catch, which oft in vain the songsters try, ...
Two Fragments Of Pindars Threni,
... Which frequent grace the hallow'd ground, ...
The Myrtle And The Bramble
... Fashion with more than Boreas' rage ...
Madness
... She breaks from reason's rein, and joins the ideal fight ...
Verses Sent To The Corps Of Wantage Volunteer Cavalry On Their Offering Their Services In Any Part O
... Their swords his bulwark, and their heart his throne ...
Beauty. Part II
... And Virtue's conscious worth, and Freedom's glorious flame ...
Elegy IX
... Canst thou whose powers could give this wondering age ...
The Art Of War. Book I.
... OUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT, IS, WITH THE GREATEST RESPECT, ESTEEM, AND REGARD, DEDICATED ...
Ode On The Birth Of The Prince Of Wales
... On volley'd lightening borne, he sought his native skies ...
Elegy IV
... Now breathes the whistling wind a mournful song, ...
Alfred. Book V.
... With feign'd respect I strove to soothe his pride, ...
