The Rhyme of Joyous Garde (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
Our poet has never as yet Esteemed it proper or fit To detain you ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time,Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
A vote in the Laws they make! A home in the land I till!Where the hearts of the many ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;Some ...
Thou, who when fears attackBidst them avaunt, and BlackCare, at the horseman's backPerching, unseatest;Sweet when the morn is gray;Sweet when ...
God save great George our king Long live our noble king, God save the ...
Down thro' the ages these same sticksHave played on man their knavish tricks. Down thro' the ages these false lips ...
Go! cotton lords and corn lords, go! Go! Ye live on loom and acre,But let be seen-some law between ...
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
YOUTH. AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee! Or else I needs must, in ...
I AM now,--what joy to hear it!-- Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev'ry spirit Do whate'er by ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
It was in the days of a gay British King (In the old fashion'd custom of merry-making) The Palace of ...
Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with ...
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