The Author (Charles Churchill Poems)
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
No longer could the Day nor Destinies Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise Into her throne; ...
Celestial Muse that on the blissful plainArt oft invok'd, to guide th' immortal strain;Inspir'd by thee, the first-born sons of ...
I.Ye subjects of Britain, attend to my ...
Rebellion hath broken up house,And hath left me old lumber to sell;Come hither and take your choice,I'll promise to use ...
Cupid was lost, and all about His Mother ran to seek him out. Through Town and Field, through Earth and ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.You say (but use no words) 'this night is passingAs other nights ...
I.THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething: On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing: All toiling and moiling, ...
I nearly died, I almost touched the doorThat swings between forever and no more;I think I heard the awful hinges ...
Like a bad suitor desperate and tremblingFrom the mixed sense of being not loved and loving,Who with feared longing half ...
Without a smile -- Without a Throe A Summer's soft Assemblies go To their entrancing end Unknown -- for all ...
These held their Wick above the West -- Till when the Red declined -- Or how the Amber aided it ...
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets -- Crows -- and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming ...
Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner. Like a fire in a dry thicket Rising within ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing ...
High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress So that, between the wind and the terrain, At times a shining stocking ...
Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
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