Paradise Lost : Book VII. (John Milton Poems)
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
I.TEAR down the crape from the column! Let the shaft stand white and fair!Be silent the wailing music-there is no ...
The fairies have lost a fairy,They don't know what to do;The rumours about her vary,And all of them can't be ...
Come take up your Hats, and away let us hasteTo the Butterfly's Ball, and the Grasshopper's Feast.The Trumpeter, Gad-fly, has ...
When fairy-folk sit down to supEach has for plate a buttercup,And for mug a tiny cellOf the delicate blue-bellFilled with ...
Where is he gone, the queer little man,Who made and mended boots and shoes;Who hammered the brogues and rushed the ...
Fair Cloe! when thou deign'st to come,To any neighb'ring Rout or Drum;The Belles who shin'd before so bright,Dazzl'd each Petit ...
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother? Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother, And here ...
Hark! in the still night. Who goes there?"Fifteen dead men" Why do they wait?"Hasten, comrade, death is so fair"Now comes ...
Here's to dear Ould Ireland, Here's to the Irish lass, Here's to Dennis and Mike and Pat, ...
(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett) ("Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.") William Butler Yeats. ...
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed. That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I Remember all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten ...
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end, Old Dublin merchant "free of the ...
I Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that ...
What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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