Poems by Robert Southey
Sonnet 09
... Such delight EDITH! is mine, escaping to thy sight ...
Sonnet 10
... Wraps his torn raiment round his shivering form ...
The Battle of Blenheim
... Tis some poor fellows skull, said he, ...
The Curse of Kehama
... And the winds shall not touch thee ...
The Old Man's Comforts and how he gained them
... You are chearful, and love to converse upon death! ...
The Old Woman of Berkeley
... Oh! pray, my children, for me! 'I have 'nointed myself with infant's fat, ...
The Pauper's Funeral
... Hard was thy Fate, which, while it doom'd to woe, ...
The Race Of Banquo
... Fly, son of Banquo--Fleance, fly!Parent of the sceptred race, ...
The Soldier's Wife
... Wild-visag'd Wanderer! ah for thy heavy chance!Sorely thy little one drags by thee bare-footed, ...
The Triumph Of Woman
... He thinks, and wills, and acts, a Deity below!Where is the King who with elating pride ...
The Well of St. Keyne
... Keyne.""I have left a good woman who never was here ...
The Widow
... "Pity me Strangers!"I had a home once--I had once a husband-- ...
To a Goose
... Or if, the drudge of housemaid's daily toil, ...
To Contemplation
... Moves in the grass-green hedge the glow-worms living light ...
To Horror
... And with him sleeps, chill'd to eternal rest!Black HORROR! speed we to the bed of Death, ...
