The Merchant of Venice,: A Legend of Italy (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
I believe there are fewBut have heard of a Jew,Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'In money transactions as ...
I believe there are fewBut have heard of a Jew,Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'In money transactions as ...
AIR.Daughter of Paeon, queen of every joy,Hygeia; whose indulgent smile sustainsThe various race luxuriant nature pours,And on th' immortal essences ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
An Exquisite Little Poem In Dickens' "Household Words"Hail to thee, the Workman's Friend, We wreathe thy brow with roses!While thy useful ...
Jeremiah x. 6.IN the dark winter of affliction's hour,When summer friends and pleasures haste away,And the wrecked heart perceives how ...
Three times the glorious god of light, and life, Along the sapphire pavement of the sky Careering,--through the immense of ...
Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue ...
These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry Outskeleton Time's central city, Rome; Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome Lies bare ...
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by . . . I am not ready for ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came; The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same; His bristling beard just rising ...
When young I was an Atheist, Yea, pompous as a pigeon No opportunity I missed To satirize religion. I sneered ...
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight ...
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