Tarrant Moss (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I closed and drew for my love's sake That now is false to me, And I slew the Reiver of ...
I closed and drew for my love's sake That now is false to me, And I slew the Reiver of ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
This fell when dinner-time was done -- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub -- That oor mon Jock cam' ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Give me a man that is not dull, When all the world with rifts is full; But unamazed dares clearly ...
You may vow I'll not forget To pay the debt Which to thy memory stands as due As faith can ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I ...
Why, Madam, will ye longer weep, Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep? And, pretty child, feels now no more Those pains ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote ...
Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde, by conduct of some star doth make her way. whenas a ...
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