Explanation Of An Ancient Woodcut (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
EARLY within his workshop here,On Sundays stands our master dear;His dirty apron he puts away,And wears a cleanly doublet to-day;Lets ...
EARLY within his workshop here,On Sundays stands our master dear;His dirty apron he puts away,And wears a cleanly doublet to-day;Lets ...
Ye mealy mouth'd mobbers, attend to my song,Whose plunder brings plenty of blessings along.No gospel or law starv'd people regard,For ...
The pris'ner was at large indicted, For that by thirst of gain excited, One day in July last, ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
Once on a time, a party by the name of Mr. BULLDiscovered that with many schemes his hands were pretty ...
Mister Chairman; - er - ah - when We right-thinking business men Are treated with ...
A little dog disturbed my trust in Heaven. I praised most faithfully All the great things that be, Man's pain ...
I'm very unhappy, tho' nothing I've done.I'll tell you the cause of my sorrow;To-morrow my darling is leaving the run,She ...
If the cricket critics' naggingMerits stern official gagging -- Which I doubt --How would critical ascetics,With their prosy homiletics, Shut ...
They're always abusing the women, As a terrible plague to men: They say ...
NEVER again, said Mrs. Green, as she swayed in her rocking chair, "Never again will I think one house big ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
Days of Hope dawning on the people of that region the tinderbox of protest leading to freedom Some are dying ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
The poker lost, poor Susan storm'd, And all the rites of rage perform'd; As scolding, crying, swearing, sweating, Abusing, fidgetting, ...
HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules You had yourselves a hand in making! How I could shake your faith, ye ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
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