The Cynotaph, (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and ...
While some affect the sun, and some the shade.Some flee the city, some the hermitage;Their aims as various, as the ...
If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stay'd,And left her debt to Addison unpaid;Blame not her silence, Warwick, but ...
Down by the Sutlej shore,Where sound the trumpet and the wild tum-tum,At winter's eve did comeA gaunt old northern lion, ...
There is no widening distance at the shore-The sea revolving slowly from the piers-But the one border of our take-off ...
For a saving grace, we didn't see our dead,Who rarely bothered coming home to dieBut simply stayed away out thereIn ...
THE dead are buried facing to the sun,In foolish epitaphs their faith is told,And yet they die without a victory ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
England, cannot thy shores boast bards as great,And hearts as good as ever blest a State?When arts were rude and ...
"What strength! what strife! what rude unrest! What shocks! what half-shaped armies met! A mighty nation moving west, With all ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln.I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship,But standing for the rights of property ...
When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they told me Was true or false. ...
Epitaphs i WOULDST thou hear what Man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As ...
Epitaphs i WOULDST thou hear what Man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As ...
A child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel Epitaphs: ii WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Beautiful Hill o' Balgay, With your green frees and flowers fair, 'Tis health for the old and young For to ...
Not in that wasted garden Where bodies are drawn into grass That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens That bear ...
When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they told me Was true or false. ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship, But standing for the rights ...
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