Sonnet XVIII. To The Anonymous Editor Of Coleridge’s Letters And Conversations (John Moultrie Poems)
A gibbering ape that leads an elephant;A dwarf deformed, the presence heraldingOf potent wizard, or the Elfin King;Caliban, deigning sage ...
A gibbering ape that leads an elephant;A dwarf deformed, the presence heraldingOf potent wizard, or the Elfin King;Caliban, deigning sage ...
Lump says that Caliban's of gutter breed,And Caliban says Lump's a fool indeed,And Caliban and Lump and I are all ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
HATH not man at his noblest An air of something more than man? -- A hint of grace immortal, Born ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
An ignominious monster and uncouth Who crouches in a Satanic attitude, The naked parody of some vital truth Concealed from ...
O RUFF-EMBASTIONED vast Elizabeth, Bush to these bushel-bellied casks of wine, Home-growth, 'tis true, but rank as turpentine-What would we ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
"Caliban, Trinculo, My insolent mates, Don't you know me?" It is Stephano. Pour me another mug of mead To block ...
I KNEW them both upon Miranda's isle, Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory: Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile, And ...
Lump says that Caliban's of gutter breed, And Caliban says Lump's a fool indeed, And Caliban and Lump and I ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
By what serene malevolence of names Had you the gift of yours, Theophilus? Not even a smeared young Cyclops at ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
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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