Epode (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
Over the mountains And over the waves,Under the fountains And under the graves;Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey,Over ...
You may tinker with the tariff and make some simple gains, You may put on tolls or take 'em off, ...
If you want a receipt for a melodramatical, Thrillingly thundery, popular show,Take an old father, unyielding, emphatical, Driving his daughter ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish ...
I do not doubt you. I know you love me. It is a fact of your indoor face, A true ...
To accrue, or not to accrue That is the question, Whether to recognize the income The deduction, now, Or on ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
His Remedy for Love Since to obtain thee nothing will be stead, I have a med'cine that shall cure my ...
Undue Significance a starving man attaches To Food -- Far off -- He sighs -- and therefore -- Hopeless -- ...
The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
YOUR billet, Sir, I grant receipt; Wi' you I'll canter ony gate, Tho' 'twere a trip to yon blue warl', ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,' ...
If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will, ...
Interr'd beneath this marble stone, Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this ...
Wreath the bowl With flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us, We'll take a flight Towards heaven to-night, ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
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