Poems about dissipation (21 Poems)
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British Georgics. December (James Grahame Poems)
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to one point are bent,And the lithe beech-tops horizontal stream,Like shivered pennon from some dipping mast.Dismal the wind howls through yon … Continue reading
Constable M’Carty’s Investigatio (Henry Lawson Poems)
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a ‘terrace’ in the city when the current year began,And a notice indicated there were vacancies for boarders In the middle house, and lodgings for a single gentleman.Now, a singular observer could … Continue reading
The Hours (John Peale Bishop Poems)
In the real dark night of the soul it is always threeo’clock in the morning. F. SCOTT FITZGERALD IALL day, knowing you dead,I have sat in this long-windowed room,Looking upon the sea and, dismayedBy mortal sadness, though without thought to … Continue reading
Little Pat And The Parson (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
He stands at the door of the church peeping in,No troublesome beadle is near him;The preacher is talking of sinners and sin,And little Pat trembles to hear him;A poor little fellow alone and forlorn,Who never knew parent or duty,- His … Continue reading
The Man About Town (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
Evil-eyed loiterer, pilgrim of fashion, Sunless and hard is thy frost-bitten heart;Scoffing at nature’s affection and passion, Till thou hast made the sad angels depart:Sinner and fool! to be searing and sealing All the sweet fountains of spirit and truth–Quick to be free … Continue reading
Memory Of The Past (John Pierpont Poems)
Can we forget the gloomy time,When Bacchus ruled the day,—When dissipation, sloth and crime,Bore undisputed sway?The time—the time—the gloomy timeThe time has passed away,When dissipation, sloth, and crime,Bore undisputed sway. Can we forget the tender wives,Who found an early tomb?For, … Continue reading
Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Fourth Epsitle. (Anna Seward Poems)
LOUISATOEMMA. APRIL 25th, 1781. OH! my lov’d EMMA , I have much to tell,Since last I sent thee an abrupt farewell;But be the chain of those events regain’d,That led my steps, where … Continue reading
The Borough. Letter XII: Players (George Crabbe Poems)
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the viewOf the day’s detecting eye;Lovers, who with much adoLong-forsaken damsels woo,And heave the ill-feign’d sigh. These are misers, craving meansOf … Continue reading
The Landlord’s Best (Alexander Anderson Poems)
A Humorous Reading A strappin’, sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an’ Maggie Blair,An’ mony wusses, said an’ thinkit,They had that nicht when they were linkit.An’ on that day they baith were kirkit,The lasses sat fu’ gleg an’ smirkit;Though there was … Continue reading
The Borough. Letter IX: Amusements (George Crabbe Poems)
OF our Amusements ask you?–We amuseOurselves and friends with seaside walks and views,Or take a morning ride, a novel, or the news;Or, seeking nothing, glide about the street,And so engaged, with various parties meet;Awhile we stop, discourse of wind and … Continue reading
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