English Eclogues IV – The Sailor’s Mother (Robert Southey Poems)
WOMAN.Sir for the love of God some small reliefTo a poor woman!TRAVELLER.Whither are you bound?'Tis a late hour to travel ...
WOMAN.Sir for the love of God some small reliefTo a poor woman!TRAVELLER.Whither are you bound?'Tis a late hour to travel ...
Ye Commons and Peers, Pray lend me your ears,I'll sing you a song, (if I can,) How Lewis le Grand Was put to ...
Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungryDonald comes down the hill wild and angryDonald will clear the gouk's nest ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
_Messenger_--Where is he? Where? Where is he? Where? Whereis he?--The president ...
MANY at morning, as men have told me,warriors gathered the gift-hall round,folk-leaders faring from far and near,o'er wide-stretch ed ways, ...
On the mountain's breezy summit, Where the southern sunbeams shine,Aided by their warming vigor, Nature yields the golden wine.How the ...
A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreamsSettled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,And to sell to, my men ...
When you are slightly drunkThings are so close, so friendly.The road asks to be walked upon,The road rewards you for ...
my mind isa big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting ...
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; They have taught you to see Only a mean arithmetic ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
When you are slightly drunk Things are so close, so friendly. The road asks to be walked upon, The road ...
On the mountain's breezy summit, Where the southern sunbeams shine, Aided by their warming vigor, Nature yields the golden wine. ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died, And by the death of his father, Mrs ...
It's wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light ...
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