The Conference (Charles Churchill Poems)
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,When they are told that grace was said by me;The servants gone to ...
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,When they are told that grace was said by me;The servants gone to ...
He was a Glug of simple charm;He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fell On all ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
Rose-red for the banner of love, And a blush for the cheek of the bride; To the valleys and hills ...
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,The regular yearly galleon,Laden with odorous gums and spice,India cottons and India rice,And the richest silks ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at--- Hall, North.Mr. B---n---r---d's Reflections on his Arrival at Bath.--The Case of Himself and ...
She's a Liverpool ship, an' becalmed on the Line;Ain't it hell when a Liverpool sailor must dine?Salt pork an' pea ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
It is all right. All they do Is go in by dividing One rib from another. I wouldn't Lie to ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
I grabbed the new Who's Who to see My name - but it was not. Said I: "The form they ...
I was Mojeska's leading man And famous parts I used to play, But now I do the best I can ...
Up in my garret bleak and bare I tilted back on my broken chair, And my three old pals were ...
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
Another search for Leichhardt's tomb, Though fifty years have fled Since Leichhardt vanished in the gloom, Our one Illustrious Dead! ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
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