An Earnest Prayer For Pardon Of Sins (Rees Prichard Poems)
O Lord, my God! who formedst me of nought!My Saviour, who from death his servant bought!O Holy Ghost! O Trinity ...
O Lord, my God! who formedst me of nought!My Saviour, who from death his servant bought!O Holy Ghost! O Trinity ...
"Kelpie's a river demon or a god,"Thus say the lexicons; I'll not belie 'em,For though I mind not in the ...
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use;At other times it cherishes abuse;'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tellWhich of the two ...
O YE joys that none have chanced on!O ye goals that none have sought!O ye gulfs of vacant etherWhere no ...
The world is as it appearsbefore my five senses,and before yours, which arethe borders of my own.The others' worldis not ...
Ay, man is manly. Here you see The warrior-carriage of the head,And brave dilation of the frame; And lighting all, the soul ...
Prodigal landscape scouted its three greatspecies down from skyfall, rigged centerpieceto rational memory, though remissin clouded winter. The members, spatulatefor ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Description of the Ball, with an Episode on Beau ...
POEM WRITTEN TO MEHETIBLE CALEF, ON HER MARRIAGE TO CAPTAIN DAVID MOWAT, COMPOSED BY HER BRIDESMAID, ANNE HECHT, IN THE ...
It was a gentle sawbones and his name was Doctor Brown.His auto was the terror of a small suburban town.His ...
OUT of the dead cathedral, where dead saintsMark for untold contempt worn, sorry talesMumbled by fatted priests, whose boast be--wailsEarth, ...
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse; 'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell Which ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
With sweetness unabated Informed the hour had come With no remiss of triumph The autumn started home Her home to ...
At my feet the lapdogs of desire, I wont greet their fawning, least not yet, their foul breath would shrink ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Husbands are things that wives have to get used to putting up with. And with whom they breakfast with and ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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