God Speed The Plow, And Bless The Corn-Mow. A Dialogue Between The Husbandman And Servingman (Anonymous British Poems)
ArgumentThe servingman the plowman would inviteTo leave his calling and to take delight;But he to that by no means will ...
ArgumentThe servingman the plowman would inviteTo leave his calling and to take delight;But he to that by no means will ...
ServingmanWell met, my brother friend, all at this highway end,So simple all alone, as you can,I pray you tell to ...
Napoleon made his Marshals out of mud,And Cromwell's Ironsides were mostly tanner,But nowadays our officers have blood,And lots of cash, ...
The King was drinking in Malwood Hall,There came in a monk before them all:He thrust by squire, he thrust by ...
I seed a thowtful chap one day,His face were mild, his topping grey;Wi' wanderin' fuut he went astray, ...
This winters weather itt waxeth cold,And frost doth freese on every hill,And Boreas blowes his blasts soe boldThat all our ...
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
Though with an angel's tongue I set on fire the congregations all, 'Tis but a brazen bell that I have ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
I COFT a stane o' haslock woo', To mak a wab to Johnie o't; For Johnie is my only jo, ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
HEY, the dusty Miller, And his dusty coat, He will win a shilling, Or he spend a groat: Dusty was ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
A beggar in the street I saw, Who held a hand like withered claw, As cold as clay; But as ...
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