Origin Of The Liquor Dealer (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The devil in hell gave a festival,And he called his imps from their wine—Called them up from the ruddy cup,And ...
The devil in hell gave a festival,And he called his imps from their wine—Called them up from the ruddy cup,And ...
Pennarby shaft is dark and steep, Eight foot wide, eight hundred deep. Stout the bucket and tough the cord, Strong ...
Now he has arisen: he, who slept so long,from the depth arisen, out of arches strong.Huge he stands and unknown ...
LAST night I single handed fought a gang of murderers that came To get my money or my life, and ...
Nay, why discuss this summer heat, Of which vain people tell? Oh, sinner, rather were it meet To ...
SUN, dark sunSun of black void heatSun of the torrid mid-day's horrific darkness.Behold my hair twisting and going black.Behold my ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL. [THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal but faint representation, was ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
O 'tis a lovely thing for youth To early walk in wisdom's way; To fear a lie, to speak the ...
God loves the righteous and hates the wicked. My refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult ...
The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal, And the Old Woman knew what he said, And she grew ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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