The Cynotaph, (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
The Sceptics think 'twas long agoSince gods came down incognitoTo see who were their friends or foes,And how our actions ...
Tho' Rhyme serves the Thoughts of great Poets to fetter,It sets off the Sense of small Poets the better.When I've ...
My gracious God! compassion's Sire!Do not rebuke me in thine ire,Nor let thy dreadful wrath extendIts terrors to my latter ...
The long resounding marble corridors, theshining parlors with shining women inthem.The French room, with its gilt and garlandsunder plump little ...
Dogmadealer, talking treason,Spurning truth, perverting reasonIn and out of folly's season Year by yearOh, a plague on all the twaddleIn your ...
In a wild moraine of forgotten books, On the glacier of years gone by, As I plied my rake for order's sake, There ...
I tumble and toss on my pillow, As a ship without rudder or sparsIs tumbled and tossed on the billow, 'Neath the ...
Said the white-haired priest, "So the boy has come, And the old, old dreams are o'er you,And you give no thought ...
How much better it seems nowthan when it is finally done-the unforgettable first line,the cunning way the stanzas run.The rhymes ...
a jumble offlowers planted-see, the little garden!(Masaoka Shiki)
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
Translated From the Arabic of John Duncan.They put wild olive and acanthus upWith tufts of yellow wool above the doorWhen ...
It is a world of space and fritters, Somehow with us all day long; A world - mad - of ...
I've often watched you, centipede,And I can't think howeverYou manage those long rows of feet --You must be very clever.You ...
Not one, not two, not three, but four poems writing themselves simultaneously a jumble in my mind urging me down ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
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