The Convent Gardener Of Lamporechio (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
You love the roses - so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou No Station in the Day? 'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so ...
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird's nest, And sow ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
I woke up with a spot of blood over my eye. A scratch halfway across my forehead. But I'm sleeping ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
The elephant's trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe's neck is for grazing on ...
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
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