Plain Truth and Blind Ignorance (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Truth"God speed you, ancient father, And give you a good daye;What is the cause, I praye you,So sadly here you ...
Truth"God speed you, ancient father, And give you a good daye;What is the cause, I praye you,So sadly here you ...
The man is thought a knave, or fool, Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the ...
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
AWAY to the brook, All your tackle out look, Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing; See that ...
The prairie cleft by skirmish lines of fence- High-headed longhorns bound for pastures new- Torn denim fluttering and profane dispraise- ...
In many a lecture, many a book, You all have heard, you all have read,That time is precious. Of its ...
Eternal Time, that wastest without waste, That art and art not, diest, and livest still; Most slow ...
Like to an aged poet who reviews An early volume, once his secret pride, With a distaste that scarcely can ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days, Such days as thou, not even thou didst know, When thee, the ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me: I rather ...
Said Jones: "I'm glad my wife's not clever; Her intellect is second-rate. If she was witty she would never Give ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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