The Discontent. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
The face I carry with me -- last -- When I go out of Time -- To take my Rank ...
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- Too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
When I taught Ida how to ride a Bicycle that night, I ran beside her, just to guide her Erring ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
YOUR News and Review, sir. I've read through and through, sir, With little admiring or blaming; The Papers are barren ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods - her winds - her mountains ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense ...
Ancient Castle of the Mains, With your romantic scenery and surrounding plains, Which seem most beautiful to the eye, And ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. A ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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