Poems by Robert Southey
To Mary Wollstonecraft
... At that age No MAID OF ARC had snatch'd from coward man ...
To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age
... That thou shouldst tread PREFERMENT'S pleasant path ...
To The Chapel Bell
... on mine ear As the deep death-fraught sounds long lingering dwell ...
To The Genius Of Africa
... Awake! arise! avenge!And thou hast heard! and o'er their blood-fed plains ...
Winter
... They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth, ...
Written On Sunday Morning
... Shall speak the prayer of praise I feel!Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! ...
Lord William
... Haste haste--ply swift and strong the oar! ...
The Complaints Of The Poor
... She turn'd her head and bade the child ...
The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The First Book
... Outstretch their languid length, oh think what thoughts, ...
The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Second Book
... The epicure Here pampers his foul frame, till the pall'd sense ...
Botany Bay Eclogues 04 - John, Samuel & Richard
... SAMUEL: I have march'd, trumpets sounding-drums beating-flags flying, ...
The Cross Roads
... 'Twere vain to scream, and the dying groan ...
The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade.
... She groan'd and groan'd, but her groans grew ...
English Eclogues I - The Old Mansion-House
... If the Squire's taste don't suit with your's, I warrant ...
English Eclogues VI - The Ruined Cottage
... Her bright brown hair, wreath'd in contracting curls, ...
