In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia (Alexander Pope Poems)
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;Yet in some things methinks she fails,'Twere ...
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;Yet in some things methinks she fails,'Twere ...
My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature,This alone our proud love should beget and command:There's noon in ...
Ah, don't I know that, groping in the gloom,Night would not find its way out of the dark?Am I monster ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines-- I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! ...
(EDWARD VII.) 1910 Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi as these that had been sent by the two ...
The young poet Evmenis complained one day to Theocritus: "I've been writing for two years now and I've composed only ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
The man is ever bless'd Who shuns the sinners' ways, Among their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place; ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine, Bright glistens the eye of each guest, When into the hall comes the ...
"You're bloody right - I was a Red," The Man from Cook's morosely said. And if our chaps had won ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
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