Medulla Poetarum Romanorum – VOL. I. (Hunger – Imprecation) (Henry Baker Poems)
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
the spiritual, Platonic old England .S. T. COLERIDGE, Anima Poetae'Your situation', said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ...
I love chocolate cake.And when I was a boyI loved it even more.Sometimes we used to have it for teaand ...
As I wandered homeBy Hedworth CombeI heard a lone horse whinney,And saw on the hillStanding statue-stillAt the top of the ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Hunters are fretting, and hacks in a lather, Sportsmen arriving from left and from right; Bridle-roads bringing them, see how ...
We've been out to Pelletier'sBrushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of menAnd been boys and girls again.We ...
In every presence there is absence. When we're together, the spaces between Threaten to enclose our bodies And isolate our ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air? What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with ...
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
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