The Welcome (Abraham Cowley Poems)
Go, let the fatted calf be kill'd; My prodigal's come home at last,With noble resolutions fill'd, ...
Go, let the fatted calf be kill'd; My prodigal's come home at last,With noble resolutions fill'd, ...
There was never a hint, when I was a boy,That the joy of the wilds might bring man joy;Never a ...
I'm sick to death of money, of the lack of it, that is,And of practising perpetually small economies;Of paring off ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
To say I'm without fear-- It wouldn't be true. I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation. Like anyone, I have my dreams. ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
THE TOASTFILL me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet's darling flame, Lovely Jessie ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover? I wish to retire till the party's over. Since three o'clock I've ...
I have heard about the civilized, the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are ...
Welcome, thrice welcome, to the city of Dundee, The great African explorer Henry M Stanley, Who went out to Africa ...
'Twas in the year of 1878, and. the winter had set in, Lord Roberts and the British Army their march ...
Twas at the camp of Rorke's Drift, and at tea-time, And busily engaged in culinary operations was a private of ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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