Clerihew – Henry the First (Edmund Clerihew Bentley Poems)
Henry the FirstAte lampreys till he burst.His unfortunate deceaseSimply ruined the Norman peace.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
Henry the FirstAte lampreys till he burst.His unfortunate deceaseSimply ruined the Norman peace.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
Across a continent imaginary Because it cannot be discovered now Upon this fully apprehended planet- No more applicants considered, Alas, ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
Here's one in whom Nature feared--faint at such vying - Eclipse while he lived, and decease at his dying. (Thomas ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I ...
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live: Against this coming ...
HOW like a Winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
O, that you were your self! But, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live. Against this ...
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
Alas! our noble and generous Queen Victoria is dead, And I hope her soul to Heaven has fled, To sing ...
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