A mery Iest (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
O thou! whatever title suit thee,-Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,Clos'd under hatches,Spairges about ...
MASSACHUSETTS BAY, 1760.THE robins sang in the orchard, the buds intoblossoms grew;Little of human sorrow the buds and the robinsknew!Sick, ...
West Fifty-third was still Hell's Kitchenthe summer I first came to town,Eleventh Avenue was boarded up,the West Side Drive was ...
When we two went alongthe ways of life together,and hand in hand together gazedupon the elm trees crowdingthe dike's rising ...
HE sleeps not here; in hope and prayerHis wandering flock had gone before,But he, the shepherd, might not shareTheir sorrows ...
As loitering in the meadows, where dandelions grow,And where my grandsire grazes his crumple-horned cow;I saw five airy hoidens, and ...
Dexery-tethery! down in the dike, Under the ooze and the slime,Nestles the wraith of a reticent Gryke, Blubbering bubbles of rhyme:Though the ...
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
From what sad star I know not, but I found Myself new-born below the coppice rail, ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
Welcome, wild Northeaster! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black Northeaster! ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
We like the people in the ancient story doing what we must to prepare for the enemy our part in ...
Strength in our master his Spirit within our lives, our fortune turning these over to God Conscious of our weakness ...
In some ways, he is standing on their shoulders, fulfilling their dreams, his dream made real, in this moment this ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemums half lying on the grass, yellow and brown ...
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