To The Baron DeStonne, (Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld Poems)
WITH AIKIN'S ESSAY ON SONG-WRITINGTo Gallia's gay and gallant coastHaste, little volume, speed thy flight;And proudly there go make thy ...
WITH AIKIN'S ESSAY ON SONG-WRITINGTo Gallia's gay and gallant coastHaste, little volume, speed thy flight;And proudly there go make thy ...
'Tis Opposites - entice -Deformed Men - ponder Grace -Bright fires-the Blanketless -The Lost - Day's face -The Blind - ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
The old woman sits on a bench before the door and quarrels With her meagre pale demoralized daughter. Once when ...
on a deformed request in a train lavatory gentlemen lift the sea be all of you the modern muscular mountains ...
All the whole world living in this place, in sin like a broken pot upon the wheel misshapen, deformed needing ...
'Tis Opposites -- entice -- Deformed Men -- ponder Grace -- Bright fires -- the Blanketless -- The Lost -- ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
Christ the King at his table. SS 1:2-5,12,13,17. Let him embrace my soul, and prove Mine interest in his heav'nly ...
There was Dai Puw. He was no good. They put him in the fields to dock swedes, And took the ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, And that which governs me to go about Doth part ...
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part ...
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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