The Little Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress,And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful "venuses"-House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to "bleed"-The bards ...
A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry,Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart;Outside the realm where noisy schemes ...
TO the Wake of O'HaraCame company;All St. Patrick's AlleyWas there to see,With the friends and kinsmenOf the family.On the long ...
The King was sick. His cheek was red,And his eye was clear and bright;He ate and drank with kingly zest,And ...
They say that I never have written of love,As a writer of songs should do;They say that I never could ...
Of all that Orient lands can vauntOf marvels with our own competing,The strangest is the Haschish plant,And what will follow ...
WHEN you've managed with the tailor for a rig-out of a sortAnd you find the coat or trousers are an ...
I. Sylvia, methinks you are unfit Sylvia, methinks you are unfit For your great Lord's embrace; For tho' we all ...
I'd known her from her "Baby days" And watched her grow apace, Her lovely eyes and glossy hair, And figure-full ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
When I led you to the altar Vows were made, you'll call to mindDarling wife. Now a defaulter Must I ...
Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes, United, cast too fierce a light, Which blazes high but quickly dies, Warms not the ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind ...
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