Description of an Author’s Bedchamber (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,Regale ...
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,Regale ...
DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BEDCHAMBERWHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, ...
What hard, bright Spirit sits beyond the stars,On what high seat beyond the round of space?With what benignant, what pernicious ...
Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds!With many thorns…that sharply stick:Recalls to me the longing of our bloods…And - ...
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playingLet me not think!O floods, upon ...
What does the wind of bitterness wantthat it comes down the gullyand forces the windowswhile I dress you in my ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn, You were not born all only for yourselves: Your country claims ...
Nell was a bookmaker's daughter;On the day she was born there was trouble: In addition to Nell came a sister ...
The fair Pamela came to town,To London town, in early summer;And up and down and round aboutThe beaux discussed the ...
My master Noon and Marton 'SquireLeft Rolleston's comfortable fire,After good eating, drinking, sleeping,(Upon my word there's brave housekeeping.)Spite of rough ...
We have heard of the mythical lands of the East And of caliphs and sultans galore;Of Haroun al Raschid, of ...
O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth,A lot of asses praise you because you are 'virile',We, you, I! We ...
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleepbloods clot the patches where they oozed rusts crumblefleshes slime sucking lusts around decay. ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
1 O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs 2 And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds! 3 All ...
Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell; ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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