The Minte of deformities (C G Gent Poems)
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
A Threnody for Robert Louis StevensonCOLD, the dull cold! What ails the sun,And takes the heart out of the day?What ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the wayThat the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?Well "Ciren-cester"--one OUGHT to say,From "Castra," or ...
In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and Sultan rule,Where they drink their coffee thick and black, and ...
Two low whistles, quaint and clear: That was the signal the engineer--That was the signal that Guild, 'tis said--Gave to ...
TO CAPT. WALTER S. THOMAS. We gaze upon the shining orbs That guild the depthless welkin dome, Survey that grand ...
Kisse mee, Sweet: The wary loverCan your favours keepe, and cover,When the common courting jayAll your bounties will betray.Kisse againe: ...
MISFORTUNE to have lived not knowing thee! 'T were not high living, nor to noblest end, Who, dwelling near, learned ...
CAN one so strong in hope, so rich in bloomThat promised fruit of nobler worth than allHe yet had given, ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Men my brothers who after us live, have your hearts against us not hardened. For-if of poor us you take ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name The good Interpreter. Some ...
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