The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her -- Some Disease had vext 'Twas with Text and Village Singing I ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
My folks think I'm a serving maid Each time I visit home; They do not dream I ply a trade ...
Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Prythee quit ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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