Sandys Ghost ; A Proper Ballad on the New Ovid’s Metamorphosi (Alexander Pope Poems)
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you translate one BitOf Books of ...
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you translate one BitOf Books of ...
CHRISTMAS is over, and Christmas cheer;-- What shall we wish you, O reader dear? What do you want for your ...
Behold, once more, facetious BenSteps from his paste to take the pen;And as the trumpets, shrill and loud,Precede the sheriff's ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
WHOM will you send to London town, To Parliament and a' that? Or wha in a' the country round The ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil! Come away, come away, Hark ...
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan-Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to ...
A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty-three, I face the Judge with joy and glee; For am I not a lucky ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
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