Baucis And Philemon (Jonathan Swift Poems)
IN ancient times, as story tells,The saints would often leave their cells,And stroll about, but hide their quality,To try good ...
IN ancient times, as story tells,The saints would often leave their cells,And stroll about, but hide their quality,To try good ...
HERE I sit with my paper, my pen my ink,First of this thing, and that thing,and t'other thing think ;I ...
At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate.Hither came ...
ANTONIA What did you see? Tell me, please!NANNA In the cell I saw four sisters, the General, and the three ...
O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue,With the brain of a statesman sagacious, and strong,And the heart ...
IWITH cassock black, baret and book, Father Saran goes by;I think he goes to say a prayer For one who has to ...
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,Through cane-brake and forest, - the hunting of men?The lords of ...
A.D. 1425.I have let the world go.That's the door that closedBehind the holy father. I am shrived.All's done-all's said-all's shaped ...
_IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF A COPY OF HIS POEMS_. Himself I read beneath the words he writes ... I may come back and ...
I am only a visitor;My brothers, blossoms.Chills shake my bonesBeneath these black robes.The frosts fell too earlyOn the sunfilled lawnsAnd ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
To Rev. Father E. Sourin, S.J., from A. J. Ryan; first, in memory of some happy hours passed in his ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung,Sorrow came to the old friar ...
Within the broken Vatican The murdered Pope is lying dead. The soldiers of Valerian Their evil hands are wet and ...
When he protested, not too solemnly, That for a world's achieving maintenance The crust of overdone divinity Lacked aliment, they ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
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