Night (Charles Churchill Poems)
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
THE WAGER.Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,Credit, and prudence, brought them constant gains;Partners and punctual, every friend ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
PROCRASTINATION.Love will expire--the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:Some favour'd pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor ...
ITurned from the 'eau-fortePar Jaquemart'To the strait headOf Messalina:'His true PenelopeWas Flaubert,'And his toolThe engraver's.Firmness,Not the full smile,His art, but ...
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:Penelope did this too.And more than once: you ...
Oh, love of woman, you are known to be A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; For every ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
God in claiming Jesus up on the mountain saying the words, "this is my son"; but more than this was ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
What's in a song John (or is it 'Knuckles'), what's in a song about an unemployed, suicidal bum, caught in ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
I was walking home down a hill near our house on a balmy afternoon under the blossoms Of the pear ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
Oh, love of woman, you are known to be A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; For every ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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