Poems by Robert Southey
Wat Tyler - Act I
... Draining our wealthdistressing our poor peasants&emsp ...
The Holly-Tree
... And should my youth - as youth is apt, I know, - ...
Wat Tyler - Act III
... Jack Straw has forced the Tower: seized the Archbishop,&emsp ...
After Blenheim
... "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, ...
Botany Bay Eclogues 01
... Where a sight shall shuddering Sorrow find ...
Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest
... Drives on his blood-hounds to the chase of Man ...
The Victory
... For those who fell, 'twas in their country's cause, ...
English Eclogues IV - The Sailor's Mother
... With pleasure of the glorious fight that maim'd him, ...
Henry The Hermit
... Wind-scattered, and his grave o'ergrown with grass, ...
A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her
... Now fetch me my children, and fetch them with speed, ...
Wat Tyler - Act II
... Look round: the vernal fields smile with new flowers,&emsp ...
Sonnet
... Entwin'd each random weed that pleas'd mine eye ...
The Rose
... Buds out, and spreads its light green leaves and bowers ...
The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Third Book
... " "Soon be that work perform'd!" the Maid exclaimed, ...
Metrical Letter, Written From London.
... That smokes not, yet methinks there should be some ...
