The Author (Charles Churchill Poems)
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
You who admire yourselves because You neither groan nor weep,And think it contrary to Nature's ...
Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,With such an eye and such an air,What wonder that the world complainsWhen she each ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling, For I must die. Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling Lie ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he? He should have been a girl, For aught that ...
AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats! Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me! (For what is my life, ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove ...
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