Youthful Reminiscence (David John Scott Poems)
Their schoolboy days have form'd a theme,For nearly all the bards I know,But mine are like a fading dreamWhich happen'd ...
Poems about fop (21 Poems)
The Spirit Of The Age (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
A wondrous light is filling the air,And rimming the clouds of the old despair;And hopeful eyes look up to seeTruth's ...
The Man Bitten By Fleas (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
The Creditor To His Proud Debtor (George Moses Horton Poems)
Ha, tott'ring Johny, strut and boast, But think of what your feathers cost; Your crowing days are short at most, ...
Nancy (Gavin Turnbull Poems)
The fop may praise the city belleIn verse that charms the fancy, O;Wi' simple croon I'll please mysel',And praise my ...
The Advice (Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville Poems)
Phyllis, for shame! let us improveA thousand several waysThese few short minutes stol'n by loveFrom many tedious days.Whilst you want ...
The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
The Man Bitten By Fleas (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
How much the present moment means (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How much the present moment means To those who've nothing more -- The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist ...
A Satyre Against Mankind (John Wilmot Poems)
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Satyr (John Wilmot Poems)
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
Tunbridge Wells (John Wilmot Poems)
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
A Letter from Artemesia in the Town to Chloe in the Country (John Wilmot Poems)
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
The Country Clown (John Trumbull Poems)
Bred in distant woods, the clown Brings all his country airs to town; The odd address, with awkward grace, That ...
The Owl And The Sparrow (John Trumbull Poems)
In elder days, in Saturn's prime, Ere baldness seized the head of Time, While truant Jove, in infant pride, Play'd ...
Song of the Open Road. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
The Celebrated Woman – An Epistle By A Married Man (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
The Call (Robert William Service Poems)
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
EPISTLE II: TO A LADY (Of the Characters of Women) (Alexander Pope Poems)
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot (Alexander Pope Poems)
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...