Macaulay’s New Zealander. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
Time was, when round the lion's den,A peopled city raised its head;'Twas not inhabited by men,But by four-footed beasts instead.The ...
An Epilogue To Any Book"FINIS at last--the end, the End, the END!No more of paragraphs to prune or mend;No more ...
RESENTMENT.Females there are of unsuspicious mind,Easy and soft and credulous and kind;Who, when offended for the twentieth time,Will hear the ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, Play whips for fun, or snares for game, The liar full of ease ...
Awake! awake! Hear Freedom callingUpon her sons to fly to arms; While Treason's trumpet-tongue appalling Is madly sounding its alarms. ...
Disease was lurking in the cup!Disastrous folly mantling there!For promised joys he quaffed it up-And his were ruin and despair!Yes-so ...
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