Woe! to the just occasion that compels (Christopher Anstey Poems)
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
Felicity! Who ope'st to none that knocks, yet, laughing weak, ...
ILMARINEN'S FRUITLESS WOOING.Ilmarinen, the magician,The eternal metal-artist,Lays aside the golden image,Beauteous maid of magic metals;Throws the harness on his courser,Binds ...
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines, Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines! Soit qu'en ses beaux vallons N?me ?gare vos ...
As to a northern people (whom the sun Uses just as the Romish church has done Her prophane laity, and ...
O d?lices d'amour! et toi, molle paresse, Vous aurez donc us? mon oisive jeunesse! Les belles sont partout. Pour chercher ...
Thro' moss, and bracken, and purple bloom,With a glitter of gorses here and there,Shoulder deep in the dewy bloom,My love, ...
Say, can they part us, Love, whose hard decreeForbids my heart to breathe one thought to thee?Will chilling absence leave ...
INow, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky,The frost has come to charm with elfin mightThis quiet room; to draw ...
WHEN of some lovely landscape unforgot A shadowy sketch I see, my thought divines Clear sunshine gleaming through the pencilled ...
Who says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good ...
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there, A type of ...
(from a painting by hugo simberg) those who bear the wounded angel are they honoured or destroyed far beyond their ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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