Poems by Washington Allston
A Fragment
... Though ruthless Time, with whom no creature strives, ...
Will, The Maniac
... Where threatening cliffs hang high, ...
On The Luxembourg Gallery
... Breaks o'er the bound, the refluent ebb of taste ...
To My Venerable Friend, The President Of The Royal Academy
... Still green in age, thy vigorous powers impart ...
The Sylphs Of The Seasons
... Which still, though not a breeze was there, ...
The French Revolution
... Till, drunk with sin and blood, Earth to her centre shook ...
The Two Painters: A Tale
... He, of stuff More stubborn, ne'er would cry enough ...
To A Lady Who Spoke Slightingly Of Poets
... Like humming-birds that scarce are seen, ...
