Argentile and Curan. – Albion’s England (excerpt) (William Warner Poems)
The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and ...
The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and ...
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this towne, yet there's one stateIn all ill things ...
OH, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one!We children are here in the hall all alone,The portals we straightway will bar.Our ...
I.Here is the skull of a man: a man's thoughts and emotionsHave moved under the thin bone vault like cloudsUnder ...
To Amsterdam and its Commodore,I over his pipe and his eau-de-vie,A flibote skimming the Texel shoreBrought serious news for the ...
Animals don't sleep. In the dark after nightfallThey stand over the world like a stone wall.The cow's sloping headRustles its ...
Detested by both men and gods,like nobles who have bitterly decayed,the Verlaines wither; wealth remainsto them, of rich and silvery ...
A tumbledown old house I know -Beside its doorstep burdocks grow;Its narrow windows seem to winceAs if it grieves and ...
When the heart is hard and parched up,come upon me with a shower of mercy.When grace is lost from life,come ...
We often read and written find,as learned men do us remind,that lays that now the harpers singare wrought of many ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
A GROAN from a dim-lit upper room -A stealthy step on the stairs in the gloom -A hurried glance to ...
When Passion week started and JesusCame down to the city, that dayHosannahs burst out at his entryAnd palm leaves were ...
My mournful soul, you, sorrowingFor all my friends around,You have become the burial vaultOf all those hounded down.Devoting to their ...
At morn-a mountain ne'er to be climbed o'er, A horn of plenty, lengthening evermore; At noon-the countless hour-sands ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Hidden by old age awhile In masker's cloak and hood, Each hating what the other loved, Face to face we ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost ...
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