Description of an Author’s Bedchamber (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,Regale ...
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,Regale ...
DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BEDCHAMBERWHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, ...
Preacher, don't send mewhen I dieto some big ghettoin the skywhere rats eat catsof the leopard typeand Sunday brunchis grits ...
The news, "the Old Land's in it," Stirred us one August morn, Then waited not a minute ...
Those fellows down in parliament Have kicked up such a fuss, That now we seem election bent ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
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