Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. I. (Dress – Earth) (Henry Baker Poems)
Dress, and Good Breeding.Be not too finical, but yet be clean,And wear well fashion'd Cloths, like other Men.Nor sputt'ring speak, ...
Dress, and Good Breeding.Be not too finical, but yet be clean,And wear well fashion'd Cloths, like other Men.Nor sputt'ring speak, ...
The Buddha, known to men by many names —Siddartha, Sakya, Muni, Blessed One,—Sat in the forest, as had been his ...
Oh, did you hearWhat roaring cheer,What brave new coats ...
Sure, Felix McCarty he lived all aloneOn the top av a hill be the town av Athione,And the pride av ...
Long haue I wishid my Muse, to sound thy prayseThe worthe, the fame, the due, to the belonge,But she onlernd ...
Through what doors will you enter, through what wallsWill your white sould resume its solitudes?I count the clockbeats in my ...
An exile captive, severed from his home,Torn from the friends he loved in life's sweet spring;Heart-broken toils, while still his ...
Little drops of water,Little grains of sand,Make the mighty oceanAnd the pleasant land.So the little moments,Humble thought they be,Make the ...
When late Protectorship was Canon-Proof,And _Cap-a-pe_ had seiz'd on _Whitehall_-Roof,And next, on _Israelites_ durst look so big,That _Tory-like_, it lov'd ...
Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,Doun by the hill of Banochie,Allangst the lands of Garioch.Grit pitie was to heir and ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
On yonder hill a castle standes,With walles and towres bedight,And yonder lives the Child of Elle,A younge and comely knighte.The ...
Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,And siclyke men of hie degrie;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Sumtyme calld ...
When I came from my land if I really came from my land ...
My eyes have never seen the moon so lovely as tonight; In silence wrapt it is the breathless music of ...
Will you conquer my heart with your beauty; my sould going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
For love's sake, kiss me once again; I long, and should not beg in vain, Here's none to spy or ...
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night, Beating its wings against the prison bars, Longing to reach the ...
Chief in thy generation born of men, Whom English praise acclaimed as English-born, With eyes that matched the worldwide eyes ...
I envy not those gay galoots Who count on dying in their boots; For that, to tell the sober truth ...
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