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The Divine Right Of Kings

The only king by right divine Is Ellen King, and were she mine I’d strive for liberty no more, But hug the glorious chains I wore.   Her bosom is an ivory throne, Where tyrant virtue reigns alone ; No…

The Coliseum

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! At length- at length- after so many days Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst, (Thirst for the springs of lore…

To My Mother

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother,” Therefore by that dear name I long have called you- You…

The Bells

I. Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a…

Tamerlane

Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell’d in- I have no time to dote or…

Stanzas

How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature’s universal throne; Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence! [BYRON, The Island.]   I   In youth have I known one with whom…

Sonnet- To Zante

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of thee and thine at once awake! How many scenes of what departed bliss!…

Sonnet – Silence

There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence- sea and…

Sonnet – To Science

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,…

Song

I saw thee on thy bridal day – When a burning blush came o’er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee:   And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all…