On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill (Jonathan Swift Poems)
At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate.Hither came ...
At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate.Hither came ...
Now, if thou wouldst inherit righteousness,And so sanctification possessIn body, soul, and spirit, then thou mustTo Jesus fly, as one ...
Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours, ...
This while I've been ettlin' to string a wheen rhymes,Being unco sair fash'd at the signs o' the times—The mony ...
He totters round and dangles those odd shapesThat were his legs. His eyes are never dim.He brags about his fame ...
Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd,And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd,The crystal Trent for fords ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
Gallants attend and hear a friend Trill forth harmonious ditty, ...
Ow! Wow! Wow!(Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.)Ow! Wow!We are the people who ...
Upon a time when Titan's steeds were drivenTo drench themselves beneath the western heaven;And sable Morpheus had his curtains spread,And ...
Slim Bates ain't braggin' any moreAbout how he kin ride'An' gosh, but he gets mighty soreWhenever he is guyed.He uster ...
Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd, And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd, The crystal Trent ...
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len', To anger them a' is a pity, But ...
1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles. 2 If a man lives with a poem, he ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
And now I have another lad! No longer need you tell How all my nights are slow and sad For ...
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him once ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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