To J. W. On His Birth Day. A Dialogue Between Seventy Two and Twenty Seven (Hector MacNeill Poems)
M. Another year to banish gloom, And still my friend retains his bloom!-- Still laughs and jokes, and tells his tale; Eats heartily : ...
M. Another year to banish gloom, And still my friend retains his bloom!-- Still laughs and jokes, and tells his tale; Eats heartily : ...
You're now, Eliza, fix'd for life;In other words, you're now -- a wife;And let me whisper in your ear,A wife, ...
Beginneth here the book called Decameron, otherwise Prince Galeotto, wherein are contained one hundred novels told in ten days by ...
There is a book, which we may call(Its excellence is such)Alone a library, though small;The ladies thumb it much.Words none, ...
At the MoorWanderer in the blackened wind. Dry reeds whisperin the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birdsensues ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
The jocund years with smiling plenty crown'd,In shining circles now advanc'd their round:Unbounded crops reward the reaper's toil,And rustick pleasures ...
The maid begins.-Where fam'd Coaspes lavesRich Elam's borders with his sacred waves,Along the fields their tents the shepherds spread,By them ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
Here is the height of land:The watershed on either handGoes down to Hudson BayOr Lake Superior;The stars are up, and ...
It was an Undergraduate, his years were scarce nineteen; Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seen; For ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight, Thou fill'st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch; I ...
Du dieu qui nous cr?a la cl?mence infinie, Pour adoucir, &c.The God who made us in infinite pow'r,To cheer the ...
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed until I learned which functions scrolled the images on ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
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