Reading Aloud (Christopher Morley Poems)
ONCE we read Tennyson aloud In our great fireside chair; Between the lines my lips could touch Her April-scented hair.How ...
ONCE we read Tennyson aloud In our great fireside chair; Between the lines my lips could touch Her April-scented hair.How ...
The deer's a mighty useful beastFrom Petersburg to TennysonFor while he lives he lopes aroundAnd when he's dead he's venison.Ellis ...
as a young man Tennysonwrote a virelai about venison,which falls into the same groupwith his sirvente about soup.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed ...
If God has been good enough to give you a poet Then listen to him. But for God's sake let ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
I woo'd a woman once, But she was sharper than an eastern wind. Tennyson "What may I do to make ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the ...
Should Heaven send me any son, I hope he's not like Tennyson. I'd rather have him play a fiddle Than ...
We read in the press that Lord Northcote is here To take up Lord Tennyson's mission. 'Tis pleasant to find ...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of ...
Alas! England now mourns for her poet that's gone- The late and the good Lord Tennyson. I hope his soul ...
I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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