The Dunciad: Book IV (Alexander Pope Poems)
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
Now it was clear to every ShadeThat some great wonder was before them,As Tom upon the palisadeEmptied, as fast as ...
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
When Ned was a neophyte nobody heeded him. No man could prophesy, none could foretellHow, when the day came that ...
It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom, And the shrill paeans of the laureate bird; As though ...
Some day--I have signs--a mortal stormIs coming from the far north.Everywhere is the smell of corpses.The great killing begins.The lump ...
In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.He said, "This world is like a closed coffin, in whichWe ...
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my ...
Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson: it will ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright-- Jellicles come to ...
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Photograph negative her black arm: a diving porpoise, sprawled across the ice-banked pillow. Head: a sheet of falling water. Her ...
NOW I make a leaf of Voices-for I have found nothing mightier than they are, And I have found that ...
I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd, That a gay young flapper of ...
I discover myself misplaced winding through everlasting paths. I don't belong at this point. Yet, I yearn to feel, taste ...
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. Life is not no much a matter of position ...
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