The Metaphysical Amorist (James Vincent Cunningham Poems)
You are the problem I propose,My dear, the text my musings glose:I call you for convenience love.By definition you're a ...
You are the problem I propose,My dear, the text my musings glose:I call you for convenience love.By definition you're a ...
Girls in town and boys out back,I've rolled up my little pack,And on june's chill wintry galesSail from pleasant New ...
Across the hills and down the narrow ways, And up the valley where the free winds sweep, The earth is folded in ...
These annual bills! these annual bills!How many a song their discord trillsOf "truck" consumed, enjoyed, forgot,Since I was skinned by ...
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,When they are told that grace was said by me;The servants gone to ...
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
There once was a time when I revelled in rhyme, with Valentines deluged my cousins, Translated Tibullus and ...
A Cynic's Song.SOME men strut proudly, all purple and gold, Hiding queer deeds 'neath a cloak of good fame; I ...
HERE lies Duns Scotus Who died of lotus.(Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
These annual bills! these annual bills! How many a song their discord trills Of "truck" consumed, enjoyed, forgot, Since I ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had ...
I AM the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes I ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
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