Kensington Garden (Thomas Tickell Poems)
______ Campos, ubi Troja fuit.Virg.Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring landsMidst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,And sees each ...
______ Campos, ubi Troja fuit.Virg.Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring landsMidst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,And sees each ...
In one dark age, beneath a single hand,Thus rose an empire in the savage land.Her golden seats, with following years, ...
'Non multo post, Gengulphus, in domo sua dormiens, occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat. Cujus ...
Yes, yes, I grant the sons of earthAre doom'd to trouble from their birth.We all of sorrow have our share;But ...
Come hither, and behold the fruits,Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.Take wise advice, and look behind,Bring all past actions ...
Bees may be trusted, always,to discover the best, nay, the onlyhuman, solution. Let me citean instance; an event, that,though occurring ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mindOwns not the fetters which the body wears,By sleep imposed. But starting from ...
TAKE HANDS and part with laughter; Touch lips and part with tears;Once more and no more after, Whatever ...
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
That bright-eyed and brown-skinned youth,The fine twenty-year body that should go naked,That, brow circled with copper, under the moon,An unknown ...
How oft I've watch'd thee from the garden croft, In silence, when the busy day was done, Shining with wondrous ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
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