A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
(Goya, an old man in exile, looks at his self-portrait) A bull's neck, still much needed, Deserving exile or the ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? (Alexander Pope)
I send my voice into your mouth You return the compliment I am the Count of Cannizzaro You are Her ...
It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jal?ndhar came, On his way ...
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
Alas! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead! Who often has his lustre shed: Especially by singing for the benefit of ...
Baby Babbles--only one, Now to sit up has begun. Little Babbles quite turned two Walks as well as I and ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
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