Rhodon And Iris. Act IV (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
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When Hils, and Valleys, wrap't in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did ...
1Her eyes were not of amethyst,Her teeth were not of pearl.Human all over, laughing, crying,Shrewd, simple, just a girl!Cheerful at ...
No song is this of leaf and bird,And gracious waters flowing;I'm sick at heart, for I have heardBig Billy Vickers ...
Air — "Perhaps" Some enterprising people, In our cities and towns,Have gone to organizing clubs Of men that's fallen down;In estimation fallen low ...
In the courts of truth tread softly, Though your tread be firm and bold;Your steps may awaken echoes, Resounding through years untold.The ...
A'a dear, what it is to be big! To be big i' one's own estimation,To think if we shake a lawse ...
Certainly this man is, thro' polish and good breeding, a human being;For he, who is not possessed of these, is ...
The day, I recall, was a Spring one,Not hot and oppressive, though warm,The sort of a day apt to bring ...
In Egypt of oldYou were sacred, I'm told;How fell you in man's estimation?"Each dog has his day,And each Bug, I ...
To Churchill's Sermons. The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers Churchill left behind ...
Dull, yellow, heavy, lustreless-- With less of radiance than the burnished tress, Crumpled on Beauty's forehead: cloddish, cold, ...
Extracts from the Prologue I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst as the Desert is ...
Jack Sprat would eat no fat, His wife would eat ...
To the memory of W. B. YeatsITowards nightfall when the windTries the eaves and casements(A winter wind of the mindLong ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.-(Acts ...
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