A Poem Without A Name II (Digby Mackworth Dolben Poems)
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme That muckle grief brocht to my soul;For critics said 'twas aye a ...
Child of a myriad varied voices calling O'er countless leagues of space in divers tongues,Tho' captious critics view your ways ...
If the cricket critics' naggingMerits stern official gagging -- Which I doubt --How would critical ascetics,With their prosy homiletics, Shut ...
The cynics say that every roseIs guarded by a thorn that growsTo spoil our posies:But I no pleasure therefore lack;I ...
It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang,A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang—'My Minnie bad me ...
AH, happy time! when music bound in oneTwo kindred souls that ne'er were out of tune:When in the porch, beneath ...
the critics now have medrinking champagne anddriving a BMWand also married to asocialite fromPhiladelphia's Main Linewhich of course is going ...
Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.Let Crowds and Critics now my verse ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four hearers in the racket of the market with ancient signs, infamous characters, new ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
I can't have it and you can't have it and we won't get it so don't bet on it or ...
There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, in underpants of blotting paper, and, like balloons, the Antiworlds hang up above him in ...
I have refused to refuse to publish this book of poetry Today they've found over a hundred poems in this ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
In ev'ry age, and each profession, Men err the most by prepossession; But when the thing is clearly shown, And ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Immortal Robert Burns of Ayr, There's but few poets can with you compare; Some of your poems and songs are ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the ...
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