The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter XII (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the brightIdalia cradles, whose young ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering? I, who by Toils of Sickness, ...
Guarda mi disse, le feroce ErineLet us come upon him first as if in a dream, anonymous triple presence, memory ...
O that I could a sinne once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath ...
Oh, that I could sinne once see!We paint the devil foul, yet heHath some good in him, all agree.Sinne is ...
O that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
Of nearness to her sundered Things The Soul has special times -- When Dimness -- looks the Oddity -- Distinctness ...
Because there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince, Or seem plausible ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
OF the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the uncertainty after all-that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and hope ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
A story, a story! (Let it go. Let it come.) I was stamped out like a Plymouth fender into this ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips And she formed his name on her tongue ...
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