Neighbour Peter’s Mare (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),But little preached, except when vintage came;And then no preparation he requiredOn this he ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),But little preached, except when vintage came;And then no preparation he requiredOn this he ...
(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)</i>Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I ...
(From Her Point of View)When I had firmly answered 'No',And he allowed that that was so,I really thought I should ...
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like ...
Who have been educated out of naive responses,The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of classKnowing that everywhere man has the ...
I would not cherish a wish or thought Displeasing, Lord, to Thee;Thy will is good, and with wisdom fraught, And that suffices ...
Be strong!We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;We have hard work to do and loads to lift;Shun ...
The will to life is remorselessly exploding all eternitythere is no deathwe must acquiescethere is no and then the yesyes ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
She play'd me false, but that's not why I haven't quite forgiven Di, Although I've tried: This curl was hers, so brown, so bright, She gave it me one blissful night, And — more beside! In photo we were group'd together; She wore the darling hat and feather That I adore; In profile by her side I sat Reading my poetry — but that She'd heard before. Why, after all, Di threw me over I never knew, and can't discover, Or even guess; May be Smith's lyrics she decided Were sweeter than the sweetest I did — I acquiesce. A week before their wedding day, When Smith was call'd in haste away To join the Staff, Di gave to him, with tearful mien, Our only photograph. I've seen That photograph. I've seen it in Smith's album-book! Just think! her hat — her tender look, Are now that brute's! Before she gave it, off she cut My body, head, and lyrics, but She was obliged, the little slut, To leave my Boots.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
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