The Man And His Horse (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining ...
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining ...
IMRS. FISKEStaccato, hurried, nervous, brisk, Cascading, intermittent, choppy,The brittle voice of Mrs. Fiske Shall serve me now as copy.Assist me, ...
WHY all this haste, unhappy Maid,To reach the goal of shame?Why rush so fast from fault to fault,Nor think yourself ...
O the breasts of youthO the pallid waters of the fig-eatersThe cobblestones echo with the steps of morning peopleThicket of ...
Once on a time the plain with breeze and sun On wild brown herds a-grazing where the trails Wind to ...
Arcturus is his other name -I'd rather call him "Star."It's very mean of ScienceTo go and interfere!I slew a worm ...
See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow, Soracte mocks the sullen sky;How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed, And chained ...
when we are in the city we must walkon streets all made of stonewith me upon a leashand even in ...
If we were fashioned to be ignorant, And frisk and frolic with the kid and fawn, Rest with the sun ...
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so ...
"Arcturus" is his other name -- I'd rather call him "Star." It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
Her dead lady's joy and comfort, Who departed this life The last day of March, 1727: To the great joy ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, didst thou never see ('Tis but ...
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