Poems by Washington Allston
Rapture
... but there is no sway in it, there is little burden, the day has hardly begun ...
Burning
... He stroked its head and disappeared in the shed ...
Lastness
... smiled, I thought, almost forgave it all in advance ...
The Seekonk Woods
... rattling its berserk wheel-rods into perfect circles, ...
Boyhood
... Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days! ...
America To Great Britain
... With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim ...
Eccentricity
... Here "'broider'd" meads, there flow'ry "carpets" spread, ...
Art
... but not so By him,-the noble Tuscan,-who gave birth ...
First Love
... In vain I strive to join the throng ...
On Rembrandt; Occasioned By His Picture Of Jacob's Dream
... Wont with the stars through boundless space to range, ...
The Paint-Kings
... "Prithee, love," said the monster, "what mean these alarms ...
The Complaint
... And, lest my step should reach her ear, ...
The Mad Lover
... With thoughts of madness brought from Hell! ...
On The Group Of The Three Angels Before The Tent Of Abraham, By Raffaelle, In The Vatican
... From line to line through endless changes run, ...
On A Falling Group In The Last Judgment Of Michael Angelo, In The Cappella Sistina
... Another still to reach, nor e'er to reach the last! ...
