The Dean’s Reasons For Not Building At Drapier’s-Hill (Jonathan Swift Poems)
I will not build on yonder mount;And, should you call me to account,Consulting with myself, I findIt was no levity ...
I will not build on yonder mount;And, should you call me to account,Consulting with myself, I findIt was no levity ...
As I sate down to breakfast in state,At my living of Tithing-cum-Boring,With Betty beside me to wait,Came a rap that ...
OUR ears had grown familiar with"Mr. Money" and "Mr. Smith"When, in the war's first anxious hour,Bellona, thy transmuting power,That we ...
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the ...
Said the white-haired priest, "So the boy has come, And the old, old dreams are o'er you,And you give no thought ...
As the Chameleon, who is knownTo have no colours of his own,But borrows from his neighbour's hueHis white or black, ...
When summer came, we locked up our lives and fledto the woods in Maine, and pulled up over our headsa ...
Life did not bring me silken gowns,Nor jewels for my hair,Nor signs of gabled foreign townsIn distant countries fair,But I ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
A father sees his son nearing manhood.What shall he tell that son?"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."And this ...
We celebrated every moment Of our meetings as epiphanies, Just we two in all the world. Bolder, lighter than a ...
His hat looks worn, and his coat-sleeves shine,As I see him step from his 'bus at nine;His boots are pieced ...
O—-d! afflicted with the Stone, repents,And shews, they say, great Signs of Penitence:Who in the least can doubt his Reformation;See! ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
OH! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, ...
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
It's slim and trim and bound in blue; Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold; Its words are simple, ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
IF I had a million lives to live and a million deaths to die in a million humdrum worlds, I'd ...
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