Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

1. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Second Book 4/8/2010
2. Wat Tyler - Act Ii 4/8/2010
3. Wat Tyler - Act I 4/8/2010
4. Wat Tyler - Act Iii 4/8/2010
5. Metrical Letter, Written From London. 4/8/2010
6. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Third Book 4/8/2010
7. Inscription 04 - For The Apartment In Chepstow-Castle 1/1/2004
8. Sonnet 07 1/1/2004
9. Musings On A Landscape Of Gaspar Poussin 1/1/2004
10. Sappho - A Monodrama 1/1/2004
11. The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The First Book 4/8/2010
12. Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest 1/1/2004
13. Inscription 05 - For A Monument At Silbury-Hill 1/1/2004
14. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
15. Sonnet 03 1/1/2004
16. English Eclogues Ii - The Grandmother's Tale 4/8/2010
17. Inscription 08 - For The Cenotaph At Ermenonville 1/1/2004
18. Rudiger - A Ballad 1/1/2004
19. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
20. Mary - A Ballad 1/1/2004
21. Sonnet 02 1/1/2004
22. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Ii 1/1/2004
23. English Eclogues Iii - The Funeral 4/8/2010
24. The Complaints Of The Poor 4/8/2010
25. Jaspar 4/8/2010
26. Inscription 07 - For A Tablet On The Banks Of A Stream 1/1/2004
27. Sonnet 4/8/2010
28. The Victory 4/8/2010
29. Ode Written On The First Of January 1/1/2004
30. English Eclogues I - The Old Mansion-House 4/8/2010
31. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Iii 1/1/2004
32. English Eclogues Iv - The Sailor's Mother 4/8/2010
33. The Cross Roads 4/8/2010
34. Lord William 4/8/2010
35. Sonnet 04 1/1/2004
36. The Holly-Tree 4/8/2010
37. Inscription 02 - For A Column At Newbury 1/1/2004
38. The Triumph Of Woman 1/1/2004
39. To Mary Wollstonecraft 1/1/2004
40. English Eclogues Vi - The Ruined Cottage 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Robert Southey

Inchcape Rock

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.

Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

The Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.

When the Rock was hid by the surge’s swell,
The Mariners heard the ...

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Porlock

Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair to sight,
Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown,
The waters that roll musically down
Thy woody glens, the traveller with delight
Recalls to memory, and the channel grey
Circling its surges in thy level bay.
Porlock! I shall forget thee not,
Here by the unwelcome summer rain confined;
But often shall hereafter call to mind

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