Cotton-Wool (Alfred Noyes Poems)
Shun the brush and shun the pen,Shun the ways of clever men,When they prove that black is white,Whey they swear ...
Shun the brush and shun the pen,Shun the ways of clever men,When they prove that black is white,Whey they swear ...
A TRAGEDY BY WILLIAM GODWIN, 1807.An author who has given you all delightFurnished the tale our stage presents to-night.Some of ...
WHAT bishop of Rochester rather would die,Than with Henry 's supremacy basely comply?What martyr of Antioch yields up his breath,By ...
BRING a poet, whose writings our book-shelves adorn,At Stratford-on-Avon, in Warwickshire, born,Let the name of a regicide also be heard,Who ...
WHENEVER you meet with a man from homeWho laughs at the falls and the fences here,Who tells you of crackers ...
When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they told me Was true or false. ...
King George in a fright,Lest Gibbon should writeThe story of Britain's disgrace;Thought no means more sureHis pen to secure,Than to ...
To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: ...
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, What tales, white-headed Ben, Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, That mock th' ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows ...
By dark severance the apparition head Smiles from the air a capital on no Column or a Platonic perhaps head ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they told me Was true or false. ...
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