Moonrise (Kendrick Smithyman Poems)
Emblem of us, gulls climbedacross channels stepped off by islands,into night taken, when returned?Sands cooled. Meanwhile hands went unshamedseeking another's ...
Emblem of us, gulls climbedacross channels stepped off by islands,into night taken, when returned?Sands cooled. Meanwhile hands went unshamedseeking another's ...
Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to comeIn bawdy house, that he dares not go home. (John Donne)
Ah me! what mighty perils waitThe man who meddles with a state,Whether to strengthen, or oppose!False are his friends, and ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
My bawdy spirit is innate - A legacy from my Dada - His crude jest bestowed on me The sparkle ...
No-one explains me because There is nothing to explain. It's all right here Very clear. O for my reputations sake ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be ...
Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,' Said that wild old wicked man Who travels ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
My Louis loved me oh so well And spiered me for his wife; He would have haled me from the ...
I asked of ancient gaffers three The way of their ripe living, And this is what they told to me ...
In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather's father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass ...
Of twin daughters I'm the mother - Lord! how I was proud of them; Each the image of the other, ...
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
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