Verses III (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Written by the same lady on seeing her two sonsat play. SWEET age of bless'd delusion! blooming boys,Ah! revel long ...
Written by the same lady on seeing her two sonsat play. SWEET age of bless'd delusion! blooming boys,Ah! revel long ...
II stood at the gate of the cotWhere my darling, with side-glance demure,Would spy, on her trim garden-plot,The busy wild ...
ON the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small,All the boys and girls are seen,Playing there with hoop and ...
Drie verse uit "Die Tuin van Proserpina"Die Juigende, die Sterke -Die dood sal hom ook raak;Nooit sal hy vlieg met ...
Hey, there! Hoop-la! the circus is in town!Have you seen the elephant? Have you seen the clown?Have you seen the ...
"Jonathan JoHas a mouth like an ""O""And a wheelbarrow full of surprises;If you ask for a bat,Or for something like ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray, no longer the bubble house of childhood's tumbling Mother Goose ...
Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,- From those who spoke ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small, All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
"Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the children singing-and what of it? Have you come with eyes afire to ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
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