A Newyeeres gift to a Gentlewoman (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
If pure goodwill, not meaning ill, might boldly, might boldly, Presume to tell his minde:I wold not vse, in terms diffuse, ...
If pure goodwill, not meaning ill, might boldly, might boldly, Presume to tell his minde:I wold not vse, in terms diffuse, ...
Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-faced,As double as the hands that twist this glass.Such eves at search or rest you ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
I'm sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance,In a robe even YOU would admire,-- ...
At the time when the cherries blossomed, In Frankfurt we did stay. At the time when the cherries blossomed, In ...
I sowed my wild oatsBefore I was twenty.Drunkards and turncoatsI knew in plenty.Most friends betrayed me.Each new affairFurther delayed me.I ...
Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable ageWalk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly?Why does the small ...
It maddened Dean IngeTo be asked not to sing,*And there was some savage back bitingWhen they tried to stop him ...
In this world, the Isle of Dreams, While we sit by sorrow's streams, Tears and terrors are our themes, Reciting: ...
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: It was no dream, I lay broad ...
Each of our hearts the treasure of God that we would change our ways our hearts to him conform to ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
Photograph negative her black arm: a diving porpoise, sprawled across the ice-banked pillow. Head: a sheet of falling water. Her ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather's father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass ...
'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.' 'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore. 'Help, help, ' ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
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