The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
STEP me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
I am ashamed -- I hide -- What right have I -- to be a Bride -- So late a ...
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies And Lads and Girls -- Was laughter and ability and Sighing And Frocks ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
Listen, ladies, while I sing The ballad of John Henry King. John Henry was a bachelor, His age was thirty-three ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
Poplars are standing there still as death And ghosts of dead men Meet their ladies walking Two by two beneath ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post. I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out ...
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