The Spagnoletto. Act I (Emma Lazarus Poems)
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
As I sat in the Caf? I said to myself,They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,They ...
Now, Ma-til-der! Ain't cher dressed yet? I declare, the girl ain't up!Last as ushul. Move yerself, you sleepy'-ead!Are you goin' ...
A capital ship for an ocean tripWas the "Walloping Window Blind"No wind that blew dismayed her crewOr troubled the captain's ...
AIR--_"Heigh-ho! for Somebody."_ A wee bird sits upon a spray, And aye it sings o' Menie Hay, ...
A giddy young maiden with nimble feet,Heigh-ho! alack and alas!Declared she would far rather dance than eat,And the truth of ...
To-day I took old rhymes that I had written. And read them through, each one unto the end:When with a ...
Run, little man, or old Jack Frost Will catch you ere you know it, I am sure you are ...
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land -Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!A snug little berth in that ship I ...
I looked in the brook and saw a face -Heigh-ho, but a child was I!There were rushes and willows in ...
There sits a bird on every tree;Sing heigh-ho!There sits a bird on every tree,And courts his love as I do ...
ALONG the grass sweet airs are blownOur way this day in Spring.Of all the songs that we have knownNow which ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land - Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ...
I looked in the brook and saw a face - Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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