Bartol (Amos Bronson Alcott Poems)
POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre Startles the churches from their slumbers late, Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire ...
POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre Startles the churches from their slumbers late, Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire ...
DELIA, my dear, delightful Lady, Time flies in town, you say, New gowns shine fresh as ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
The Whole of it came not at once -- 'Twas Murder by degrees -- A Thrust -- and then for ...
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman He knew for sure he was going to succumb to the eminence grise of an alien thoudea ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed inside ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
(To Paul Sykes, author of 'Sweet Agony') He demolished five doors at a sitting And topped it off with an ...
1. Award, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad, It was high-spring, and all the way Primros'd, and ...
A poet can't be in disfavour, he needs no awards, no fame. A star has no setting whatever, no black ...
"Give me my daily bread. It seems so odd, When all is done and said, This plea to God. To ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
So swift the hours are moving Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved! What! are ...
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