How pleasant to know Mr. Lear (Edward Lear Poem)
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of stuff. Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But ...
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of stuff. Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
The best is, in war or faction or ordinary vindictive life, not to take sides. Leave it for children, and ...
Trying to explain who Shakespeare was what his plays were, what they were about, to a ten year old on ...
We had great seats, close seats down by the stage seats seats where you could feel Lear's sweat the spit ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
Chor.-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye wadna been sae shy; For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
Picture and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an ...
(To my Friend Henry Irving) The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, ...
I was Mojeska's leading man And famous parts I used to play, But now I do the best I can ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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