The Progress Of A Divine: Satire (Richard Savage Poems)
All priests are not the same, be understood!Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.What's vice or virtue, sure ...
Poems about jemmy (12 Poems)
A Congratulatory Epistle From His Holiness The Pope To The Reverend Dr. Snape (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
Down-Hall. A Ballad. (Matthew Prior Poems)
Tune. — "King John and the Abbot of Canterbury."I sing not old Jason who travell'd through GreeceTo kiss the fair ...
The Dean’s Brother (John Hartley Poems)
A little lad, but thinly clad, All day had roamed the street;With stitled groans and aching bones, He beg'd for bread to ...
Three Little Nest Birds (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
We meant to be very kind,But if ever we findAnother soft, grey-green, moss-coated, feather-lined nest in a hedge,We have taken ...
Artie’s “Amen” (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THEY were Methodists twain, of the ancient school,Who always followed the wholesome ruleThat whenever the preacher in meeting saidAught that ...
A Solitary Triumph (P G Wodehouse Poems)
Oh, the progress of Woman has really been vastSince Civilization began.She's usurped all the qualities which in the past Were reckoned ...
To Mrs. Centlivre, Upon Her Desiring Me To Read And Correct A Poem. (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
In vain, Orinda on my Aid,And weaker Judgment you rely;Too rashly Fair--one, you perswadeA Mortal to correct the Sky.To me, ...
Appendix: Containing The Author’s Conversation With His Bookseller, &c. (Christopher Anstey Poems)
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
James and the Shoulder of Mutton (Adelaide O Keeffe Poems)
YOUNG Jem at noon return'd from school, As hungry as could be, He cried to Sue, the servant-maid, "My dinner ...
James And The Shoulder Of Mutton (Ann Taylor Poems)
YOUNG Jem at noon return'd from school, As hungry as could be, He cried to Sue, the servant-maid, "My dinner ...
Song #8 (Christian Milne Poems)
When twilight sheds its parting ray,On Don's sweet banks I lonely stray,Indulging thought's dejected train,That paints my absent lover slain!Each ...