The Battle of the Summer Islands : Canto 1 (Edmund Waller Poems)
What fruits they have, and how heaven smilesUpon those late-discovered isles.Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fightBetwixt a nation and ...
What fruits they have, and how heaven smilesUpon those late-discovered isles.Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fightBetwixt a nation and ...
O good old Year! this night's your last.And must you go? With you I've passedSome days that bear revision.For these ...
O Spitefull bitter thought!Bitterly spitefull thought! Couldst thou inventSo high a torture? Is ...
Amaryllis. While from the skies the ruddy sun descends,And rising night the evening shade extends;While pearly dews o'erspread the fruitful ...
AN old umbrella in the hall,Battered and baggy, quaint and queer;By all the rains of many a yearBent, stained, and ...
An "Ode to the Moon" did he indite With his two-and-half soul-power.('Twas the child of a starlit summer night, Begot ...
O precious codex, volume, tome, Book, writing, compilation, workAttend the while I pen a pome, A jest, a jape, a ...
Squire Adam had two wives, they say, Two wives had he, for his delight, He kissed and clypt them ...
(Cut this out in either case.)Poet, ere you write me, Stem the flowing ink;Or that you indite me Pause upon ...
When we for age could neither read nor write, The subject made us able to indite. The soul, ...
Season of sighs perfumed, and maiden flowers,Young Beauty's birthday, cradled in delightAnd kept by muses in the blushing bowersWhere snow-drops ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
I never made a poem, dear friend-- I never sat me down, and said, This cunning brain and patient hand ...
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest: Sorrow hath chang'd its note: ...
'Tis not ev'ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full ...
When words we want, Love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write. (Robert Herrick)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish gude luck ...
I watched one day a parrot grey - 'twas in a barber shop. "Cuckold!" he cried, until I sighed: "You ...
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.-(Acts ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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