The Bagman’s Dog, : Mr. Peters’s Story (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
Stant littore Puppies!-- Virgil.It was a litter, a litter of five,Four are drown'd and one left alive,He was thought worthy ...
Stant littore Puppies!-- Virgil.It was a litter, a litter of five,Four are drown'd and one left alive,He was thought worthy ...
TANSILLO, CICADA.TANS. The enthusiasms most suitable to be first brought forward andconsidered are those that I now place before you ...
Richard, who now was half asleep,Roused, nor would longer silence keep;And sense like this, in vocal breath,Broke from his twofold ...
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
Range from Tower--hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t'utmost Grosvenor--street:Take in your route both Gray's and Lincoln's ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
In the very beginnings of science, the parsons, who managed things then,Being handy with hammer and chisel, made gods in ...
After all, we also stand on a height. Our blood and our culturehave passed the flood-marks of any worldUp to ...
No longer, 0 scholars, shall PlautusBe taught us.No more shall professors be partialTo Martial.No ninnyWill stop playing "shinney"For Pliny.Not even ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had died Between ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore, The Young, the Noble Strephon is no more. Yes, yes, he fled ...
Know you him, O, him, Who lived in those days? He wore a gay coat, And he stepped along, jauntily, ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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