The Pelagian Drinking Song (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was ...
Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled- Deep sleep came down on every ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
My framework is broken, I am coming to an end, God send it soon. When I had most to say ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi' ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
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