The Poet’s Apology (Aristophanes Poems)
Our poet has never as yet Esteemed it proper or fit To detain you ...
Our poet has never as yet Esteemed it proper or fit To detain you ...
GOTTS blitz! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod! Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth? Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain, Trowin ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Down here in Cactus Center we believe in savin' time;Unlike the waste of powder, wastin' daylight is a crime;So we ...
Air — "The County Meeting."Ye'er welcome, leddies, ane and a',Ye'er welcome to our County Ha';Sae weel ye look when buskit ...
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
Because you have no fear to mingleWings with those of greater part,So like me, with song I singleYour sweet impudence ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! Your impudence protects you ...
v.1-6 C. M. The last judgment The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The ...
Bred in distant woods, the clown Brings all his country airs to town; The odd address, with awkward grace, That ...
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