Protestant Popery: Or, The Convocation – Canto IV (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
Poems about fustian (18 Poems)
Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
Hudibras, Part I (excerpts) (Samuel Butler Poems)
THE ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST CANTOSir Hudibras his passing worth,The manner how he sallied forth;His arms and equipage are shown;His ...
An Epistle To Sir John Blount City: London (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Advice To Authors (Nicholas Boileau Despreaux Poems)
There is a kind of writer pleased with sound, Whose fustian head with clouds is compassed round-- No reason can disperse them ...
The Metaphysical Sectarian (Samuel Butler Poems)
HE was in Logick a great Critick,Profoundly skill'd in Analytick.He could distinguish, and divideA Hair 'twixt South and South-West side:On ...
Truth And Falshood (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Once on a Time, in Sunshine Weather,Falshood and Truth walk'd out together,The neighbouring Woods and Lawns to view,As Opposites will ...
Uncle Ben (John Hartley Poems)
A gradely chap wor uncle Ben As iver lived ith' fowd:He made a fortun for hissen, An' lived on't when he'r owd.His ...
Mr. Francis Beaumont’s Letter to Ben Jonson (Francis Beaumont Poems)
The sun, which doth the greatest comfort bring To absent friends (because the self-same thing They know they see, however ...
God Bless Thi Silver Yure! (Edwin Waugh Poems)
Jone, lad, though thi hond's Like reawsty iron to feel,There's very few i'th lond Aw like to gripe ...
Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold (Edward Taylor Poems)
The bear that breathes the northern blastDid numb, torpedo-like, a waspWhose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathingIn Sol's warm breath and ...
This Momentous Mummery (C J Dennis Poems)
Well, I don't know. Maybe it's quite all right, And maybe it is I who am perverse,Finding in this unedifying ...
Tho’ my destiny be Fustian (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Tho' my destiny be Fustian -- Hers be damask fine -- Tho' she wear a silver apron -- I, a ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
An Allusion to Horace (John Wilmot Poems)
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold (Edward Taylor Poems)
The bear that breathes the northern blast Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing In Sol's ...
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 ...
The Crystal (Sidney Lanier Poems)
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...