Sir Hornbook (Thomas Love Peacock Poems)
I.O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprungWith ardent hopes elate,And loudly blew the horn that hungBefore Sir Hornbook's gate.The inner ...
I.O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprungWith ardent hopes elate,And loudly blew the horn that hungBefore Sir Hornbook's gate.The inner ...
I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing,When I was six and you were four;When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,Were pleasures soon ...
August, 1842with a remembrance of August, 1807I gaze, where August's sunbeam fallsAlong these grey and lonely walls,Till in its light ...
I dug, beneath the cypress shade,What well might seem an elfin's grave;And every pledge in earth I laid,That erst thy ...
The briefest part of life's uncertain day,Youth's lovely blossom, hastes to swift decay:While love, wine, song, enhance our gayest moodOld ...
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