The Minte of deformities (C G Gent Poems)
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Paraphrased From David's Psalms. Psalm XIX.THE arched heavens ere since the birth of timeInstruct the earth, in characters sublime, ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
RUINS! A charm is in the word: It makes us smile, it makes us sigh, 'Tis like the note of ...
Translated From The German of Schiller."KNIGHT, with sister's love for brother, Dear to me thou art: Take this love, and ...
A map of every country known,With not a foot to call his own.A list of folks that kicked a dustOn ...
Avaunt! What news is this I hear Of portent grim and sinister?Is he, whose words insult mine ear, A mere, ...
Oh, I've got a lovely story that I've thought out all myself. It will make a gorgeous picture, I am ...
STERN tyrant! blot on nature's brow! Accurst Revenge! of darkness bred;Engender'd on the dismal bough, Whence issu'd all ...
AH! Summer, why so long delay'dThy wonted influence? Why afraidThy laughing face to shew?Instead of full prolific beams,Thy countenance but ...
THEY nearly strike me dumb, And I tremble when they come Pit-a-pat: This palpitation means That these Boots are Geraldine's ...
A TROOP of babes in Summer-Land, At heaven's gate-the children's gate: One lifts the latch with rosy hand, Then turns ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint; Some call on ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Flak. An eventful thought came to me, who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end? Who's king these ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor; The face turned ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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