The Parsonage Improved (Henry James Pye Poems)
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Of old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us ...
Escap'd from London now four Moons, and more,I greet gay Wilkes from Fulda's wasted Shore,Where cloath'd with Woods a hundred ...
You shall hear how HiawathaPrayed and fasted in the forest,Not for greater skill in hunting,Not for greater craft in fishing,Not ...
The April house was near a pond; It was made of reeds and of rushes, All helter-skelter and out of kelter, And ringed ...
Hobnelia.Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale,In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale,Her piteous tale the wind in sighs bemoan,And pining ...
I enjoy writing poems. In a poem, like at a public rally, tempers boil, screams burst openthe form, and the ...
"I - The GatheringFather and Mother Lawrence, the boy Joe, Lottie and Elsie, all were full of life, And fond ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
The Nutcrackers sate by a plate on the table, The Sugar-tongs sate by a plate at his side;And the ...
At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends, And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
A TOAST to the Fools! Pierrot, Pantaloon, Harlequin, Clown, Merry-Andrew, Buffoon -- Touchstone and Triboulet -- all of the tribe. ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thitherChasing midges or butterflies?Some of you are standing solemnly scratching for grubs;Some ...
The hoof-beats sound, the harness clacks and clinks, The wagon rattles in the frosty air Along the level prairie road ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thither Chasing midges or butterflies? Some of you are standing solemnly scratching ...
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