The Lament of the Border Cattle Thief (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
O woe is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome ...
O woe is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
When the black herds of the rain were grazing, In the gap of the pure cold wind And the watery ...
1 Star that bringest home the bee, 2 And sett'st the weary labourer free! 3 If any star shed peace, ...
Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free! If any star shed peace, 'tis thou, That ...
Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The Sheep adorns the landscape rural And is both singular and plural- It gives grammarians the creeps To hear one ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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