The Eel Pie (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Which things excited you the most when you were young, can you recall the pleasures they would bring? Indulge yourself, ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
Would but indulgent Fortune send To me a kind, and faithful Friend, One who to Virtue's Laws is true, And ...
I. June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
GRANT me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live, To see the miscreants feel the pains they give; Deal Freedom's sacred ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
O my faithful Friend! O early chosen, ever found the same, And trusted and beloved! once more the verse Long ...
(After Valery) O Sea! ... 'Tis I, risen from death once more To hear the waves' harmonious roar And see ...
I am blind, you out there -- that is a curse, against one's will, a contradiction, a heavy daily burden. ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Doubt no more that Oberon- Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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