Atheletes And Aesthesis (E W Bowling Poems)
It was an Undergraduate, his years were scarce nineteen; Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seen; For ...
It was an Undergraduate, his years were scarce nineteen; Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seen; For ...
``Come and listen to my ditty.'' On that fam'd and ancient station Where to Thames the Medway runs, When in ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Castle, North. A Panegyric on Bath, and a Moravian Hymn. Of all ...
Since you have world enough and timeSir, to admonish me in rhyme,Pray Mr Marvell, can it beYou think to have ...
LAKE of the dead, I find not why This name is thine, from tale or song:Living are none who meet ...
This fact is clear….Both man and womanPrize not what's good, but what's uncommon ;And most delighted still they are,Not with ...
O Harry! pray don't laugh at me!-- But when you go so late, I wish you would be careful, ...
Blest art! What magic powers with thine may vie,That brings (too seldom seen) a Brother nigh?That gives, by colours into ...
The Tabernacle of Witness.THE Sabbath sinks beneath the shades of night; Yet, ere it pass, within our canvass screenOnce more ...
THE FORNARINA.AND bless'd was she thou lovedst, for whose sake Thy wit did veil in fanciful disguise The answer which ...
Written at Penhurst, in Autumn 1788. YE towers sublime! deserted now and drear!Ye woods! deep sighing to the hollow blast,The ...
WYNDHAM! 'tis not thy blood, though pure it runsThrough a long line of glorious ancestry,Percys and Seymours, Britain's boasted sons,Who ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
Blessed with a joy that only she Of all alive shall ever know, She wears a proud humility For what ...
One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden ...
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