The Duellist – Book I (Charles Churchill Poems)
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Public Breakfast. Motives for the same.--A List of the ...
I see yet, bright as summer beams, The spot where all my childhood wander'd,And where, in rich Arabian dreams, I ...
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
Syrenus. Who hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed,May feede his stomack with them at his pleasure:If in his drinke ...
Jove, be merciful to that unfortunate womanOr an ornamental death will be held to your debit,The time is come, the ...
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron handRules house and home. Like a peevish gnome He barks each curt ...
When he, that shepherd false, 'neath Phrygian sails, Carried his hostess Helen o'er the seas,In fitful slumber Nereus hush'd the ...
Fain would I be a man; now in no wiseMy poems answer man's distress and cries.Some men will wile their ...
Leave these deluding tricks and shows, Be honest and downright; What Nature did to view expose, Don't you ...
Like a professor explaining theoretical physics to a wide-eyed preschooler, so must it have been the divine and the human ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A reflection on my students They are so beautiful, and so very young they seem almost to glitter with perfection, ...
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears. Every cruelty which he ...
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends ...
A sad tale of the sea, I will unfold, About Mrs Lingard, that Heroine bold; Who struggled hard in the ...
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