Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Robert Southey Poems

1. Inchcape Rock 1/3/2003
2. God's Judgment On A Wicked Bishop 1/3/2003
3. His Books 1/4/2003
4. The Battle Of Blenheim 1/3/2003
5. Go, Valentine 1/3/2003
6. Winter 1/3/2003
7. Ariste 1/3/2003
8. Hold Your Mad Hands 1/3/2003
9. The Curse Of Kehama 5/24/2003
10. The Old Man's Comforts And How He Gained Them 1/3/2003
11. Donica - A Ballad 1/1/2004
12. Botany Bay Eclogues 03 - Humphrey And William 1/1/2004
13. Botany Bay Eclogues 02 - Elinor 1/1/2004
14. High In The Air Exposed 1/3/2003
15. Inscription 01 - For A Tablet At Godstow Nunnery 1/1/2004
16. My Days Among The Dead Are Past 1/3/2003
17. After Blenheim 4/8/2010
18. The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade. 4/8/2010
19. The Widow 1/1/2004
20. Porlock 1/3/2003
21. The Soldier's Wife 1/1/2004
22. To A Goose 1/3/2003
23. The Well Of St. Keyne 1/3/2003
24. Ode Written On The First Of December 1/1/2004
25. Botany Bay Eclogues 05 - Frederic 1/1/2004
26. Hymn To The Penates 1/1/2004
27. Written On Sunday Morning 1/1/2004
28. To The Genius Of Africa 1/1/2004
29. Birth-Day Ode 03 1/1/2004
30. Inscription 03 - For A Cavern That Overlooks The River Avon 1/1/2004
31. The Pauper's Funeral 1/1/2004
32. Birth-Day Ode 02 1/1/2004
33. Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Iv 1/1/2004
34. Sonnet 06 1/1/2004
35. Sonnet 05 1/1/2004
36. A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her 4/8/2010
37. The Cataract Of Lodore 4/8/2010
38. Birth-Day Ode 01 1/1/2004
39. To Horror 1/1/2004
40. To Contemplation 1/1/2004
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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The Battle Of Blenheim

It was a summer evening;
Old Kaspar’s work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun;
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round,

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