Breitmann About Town (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored ...
DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored ...
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
If A veteran author had wished to engage Our assistance to-day, for a speech from the stage, We ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)Under the elm a rustic seatWas merriest Susan's pet retreat To merry-make. This Relative of mine Was she seventy-and-nine When she died? By the canvas may be seen How she look'd at seventeen, As a Bride. Beneath a summer tree Her maiden reverie Has a charm; Her ringlets are in taste; What an arm! and what a waist For an arm! With her bridal-wreath, bouquet, Lace farthingale, and gay Falbala, — If Romney's touch be true, What a lucky dog were you, Grandpapa! Her lips are sweet as love; They are parting! Do they move? Are they dumb? Her eyes are blue, and beam Beseechingly, and seem To say, "Come!" What funny fancy slips From atween these cherry lips? Whisper me, Fair Sorceress in paint, What canon says I mayn't Marry thee! That good-for-nothing Time Has a confidence sublime! When I first Saw this Lady, in my youth, Her winters had, forsooth, Done their worst. Her locks, as white as snow, Once shamed the swarthy crow; By-and-by That fowl's avenging sprite Set his cruel foot for spite Near her eye. Her rounded form was lean, And her silk was bombazine: Well I wot With her needles would she sit, And for hours would she knit, — Would she not? Ah perishable clay! Her charms had dropt away One by one: But if she heaved a sigh With a burthen, it was, "Thy Will be done." In travail, as in tears, With the fardel of her years Overprest, In mercy she was borne Where the weary and the worn Are at rest. Oh if you now are there, And sweet as once you were, Grandmamma, This nether world agrees You'll all the better please Grandpapa.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain!The Deil's forhooit his ain!His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk,For the Deil's forhooit ...
There are who complain that my verse is severe, And what is much worse--that my Book is too dear: The ...
When the woman suffrage argument first stood upon its legs, They answered it with cabbages, they answered it with eggs, ...
Oh, praise me now if you would pleaseMy soul with soothing flatteries.Praise with my living clay agrees. ...
The criminal of other daysWas tortured in outlandish ways;Upon the rack they'd break his backOr at the stake they'd burn ...
Prince Curlilocks remarked one day To Princess Dimplecheek, "I haven't had a real good play For more than 'most a ...
For man's support I came at first from earth,But man perverts the purpose of my birth;Beneath his plastic hand new ...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
All the world was wearying,All the world was sad;Everything was shadow-filled;Things were going bad.Then a rumour stirred all heartsAs a ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
In the 5th century B.C. an Indian philosopher Gautama teaches "All is emptiness" and "There is no self." In the ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
although but disagrees with and in compounds each agrees to conjunct (Sukasah Syahdan)
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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