The Shepherd’s Week : Friday; or, The Dirge (John Gay Poems)
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
You shall not be overboldWhen you deal with arctic cold,As late I found my lukewarm bloodChilled wading in the snow-choked ...
What! will they tell us that timely precaution Causes the peril it strives to avoid?Or that true safety is found in ...
So many so small go on day and nightunder your feet you barely notice.A big bang sounds like someone in ...
THE proper way to eat a fig, in society,Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,And open ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
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