Epilogue To ‘She Stoops To Conquer’ (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wish ...
WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wish ...
Little birds in yonder grove,Making nests, and making love,Come sing upon your favorite tree,Once more your sweetest songs to me:An ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken, Winding thro' the forest green, Barred with shadow and with sunshine, Misty ...
Creggan GraveyardIn Creggan graveyard I slept last night in despairWith the rising of the morning a woman came to me ...
Women's scarce in Cactus Center, and there ain't no bargain storesFer to start them Monday rushes that break down the ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill, As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
Where are the dames I used to know In Dawson in the days of yore? Alas, it's fifty years ago, ...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have ...
The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on ...
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