To Mr. Edward Howard on His New Utopia (Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville Poems)
Thou damn'd antipodes to common sense! Thou foil to Flecknoe! Prithee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common sense! Thou foil to Flecknoe! Prithee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common-sense, Thou foil to Flecknoe, pr'ythee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
I'm only just a common racing dog, Simple in habit, and my diet's plain.I have never had a longing for ...
When Rome, and Rommel, disappoint the foeThe Nice Kind German is again on show.On go the sheep-skins, and the wolves ...
FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, Too long ye have my Soul misled, Too long with Aiery ...
This nothingness that feeds upon itself: Pencils that turn to water in the hand, Parts of a sentence, hanging in ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
For forty years, day in and day out bread and quail morning and night a single, restricted diet daily bread ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
As other men, so I myself do muse Why in this sort I wrest invention so, And why these giddy ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of ...
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
I am stretched out under the lean-to Of an old tobacco-shed On a farm in North Carolina. A cardinal sings ...
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