Drinking Song, On the Excellence of Burgundy Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A ...
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
AT 1 Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer, And plenty of bacon each day in the year; We've a' ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
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