The Naturalist’s (Gilbert White Poems)
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics. When day declining sheds a milder gleam, What time ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics. When day declining sheds a milder gleam, What time ...
I need not tell you of the great quarrels that have happened in ourneighbourhood since the death of the late ...
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illisIngenium.Virg., Georg.When day declining sheds a milder gleam,What time the may-fly ...
Key and bar, key and bar, Iron bolt and chain! And what will you do when the King comes To enter his domain? Turn ...
To the right Worshipfull, Mr. NICHOLAS BACON of Gillingham, Esquire. Yet though the worke doth crave nor Bayes, nor Cedar, But the ...
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
To BEVERLEY TUCKER, ESQUIRE, GREETING: Dear BEV. this greeting goes to you across the Atlantic brine, From the little room ...
In summer time, when leaves grow greene,And blossoms bedecke the tree,King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,Some pastime for to see.With ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went,Beyond Sturt's Western track,The rolling tide of change has sentSome strange J.P.'s out back.And Saltbush ...
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
By permission of the great Esquire Hall Being assembled here this day Unanimously bleating all For Him that's far away. ...
I got dreamin' that a message come in some mysterious way From one ole pal of mine, gone West this ...
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the ...
As to a northern people (whom the sun Uses just as the Romish church has done Her prophane laity, and ...
I had written him a letter which I had for want of betterKnowledge given to a partner by the name ...
Mr Mead, the printer -- so the townsfolk called him; But never in his presence since his reign began;Such a ...
I On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B?. ...
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
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