On the Countess Dowager of Manchester (Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville Poems)
Courage, dear Moll, and drive away despair. Mopsa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, In spite of age, ...
Courage, dear Moll, and drive away despair. Mopsa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, In spite of age, ...
The bushmen call me "Cranky Fan," Because my strange erratic flightSeems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright;But ...
Stripped to the buff they circled round, And jagged and swung and crossed;To uppercut and smash and pound No chances ...
Clash, clash goes the sabre against my steed's side,Kling, kling go the rowels, as onward I ride;And all my bright ...
Captain of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood ! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle ...
A dance it is but so much more a statement Attitude Rebel in the buff shake your thang Oh warrior ...
Sam Small had retired from the Army, In the old Duke of Wellington's time, So when present unpleasantness started, He ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish gude luck ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a ...
I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day Saturday matin?es with Margaret Gardener still hold ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
I draw sweet air Deeply and long, As pure as prayer, As sweet as song. Where lilies glow And roses ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
It's mighty lonesome-like and drear. Above the Wild the moon rides high, And shows up sharp and needle-clear The emptiness ...
God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
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