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 ...
Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's LordSayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;And would fill each Sunday with gloom ...
August, 1842with a remembrance of August, 1807I gaze, where August's sunbeam fallsAlong these grey and lonely walls,Till in its light ...
My thoughts by night are often filledWith visions false as fair:For in the past alone I buildMy castles in the ...
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