Ol’ Doc’ Hyar (James Edwin Campbell Poems)
Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de hill,He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill;He yurs dee so ...
Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de hill,He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill;He yurs dee so ...
Dear sober emptyers o' the glass!Behold your goddess -- wife or lass, De'il hae me gin I ken;But weel I wat ...
OF all the girls that are so smartThere's none like pretty Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives ...
I grieve to think that Waller's blam'd,Waller, so long, so justly, fam'd.Then own your Verses writ in Haste,Or I shall ...
O pardon Cupid, I confesse my fault,Then mercy grant me in so just a kinde:For treason never lodged in my ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
The jocund years with smiling plenty crown'd,In shining circles now advanc'd their round:Unbounded crops reward the reaper's toil,And rustick pleasures ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene,Most gratious Mother of succeeding Kings;Vouchsafe to view that which is seldome seene,A Womans writing ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
As no man sets up marks that he may miss, So no such real thing as ill there is:For should ...
Such, and so differing is the characterOf the plebeian and philosopher.Now the proficient, he that labours onTowards perfection, by these ...
THE native place of sordid Balaam tell;Where Abraham in early life did dwell;What mount for beauteous cedars once was fam'dWhat ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
THE POOR man weeps-here Gavin sleeps, Whom canting wretches blam'd; But with such as he, where'er he be, May I ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
Sidling upon the river, the white boat Has volleyed with its cannon all the morning, Shaken the shore towns like ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
ARion, when through tempests cruel wracke, He forth was thrown into the greedy seas: through the sweet musick which his ...
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