A Discontented Sugar Broker (William Schwenck Gilbert Poems)
A gentleman of City fameNow claims your kind attention;East India broking was his game,His name I shall not mention:No one ...
A gentleman of City fameNow claims your kind attention;East India broking was his game,His name I shall not mention:No one ...
In the upper circles Moves a famous manWho has had no equal Since the world began.He was once a broker Down by the ...
Where are they gonewho lived in the street where I was born?After the vans moved outdevelopers, accountants, insurance brokersmoved in ...
No matter how costly or flimsy her dresses, The angel you honor with your kind attentions; No matter how foolish her wardrobe ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
The Great White North is calling- s'hosh! it's got a lot to say- Let us listen while it cracks its ...
I."BESIDE the nuptial curtain bright"The Bard of Eden sings,"Young Love his constant lamp will light,"And wave his purple wings."But rain-drops ...
Land of Forests, fleas and flies,Blighted hopes and blighted eyes,Art thou hell in earth's disguise,Westralia?Art thou some volcanic blastBy volcanoes ...
He has slept with accountants and brokers, With a cowgirl (well, someone from Healds). He has slept with non-smokers and ...
You're right -- "the way is narrow" -- And "difficult the Gate" -- And "few there be" -- Correct again ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
1 BEAT! beat! drums!-Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows-through doors-burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter ...
The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit, The family sat in its glow; The Mother never ceased to knit, ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
As I sit at my desk wishing I did not have to edit a book on poetry and painting a ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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