Rhodon And Iris. Act IV (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
Women Or they should be should be pedestals little horses moving those wooden pedestals sweet moving oldfashioned to the painted motions rocking of men horses the gladdest things in the toyroom The feelingly pegs and then of their unfeelingly ears To be so familiar joyfully and dear ridden to the trusting rockingly fists ridden ...
Heralds of a happier day rousing wonder and dismay -Powerful squadrons rush in close array.In the morning sad and gray, ...
The soft quem quam will be Scops the Owlconjugation of nouns, a line of enquiry,powdery stubble of the socratic prisonlaurels ...
Last night on the sports channelI watched the rodeo.Those cowboys have it right;the best and the beauty of it.You cannot ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with LotIn that first war, and had his realm restoredBut rendered tributary, failed ...
The Association.ARGUMENT. Panduntur Coeli, juvat hinc invisere Div?m Atria, mortali non adeunda Pede: H?c, Animae pennis advecta Theophila, cernit Agmina ...
Six score there were, six score and ten, From Hald that rode that day;And when they came to Brattingsborg They ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
At Kangaroo Gully in 'Fifty-twoThe rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;'Three ounces a dish and the lead running ...
I hate your Sterne, though still at times, When for a lighter half-hour yearning,I toss aside unfinish'd rhymes For Uncle ...
I wrote a letter to my luveAn' posted it yestreen,In lile red pillar box 'at standsNigh Wesdale village green,I watched ...
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. ...
What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
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