A Convict’s Tour To Hell (Frank Macnamara Poems)
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
'Twas at that season, when the gloomOf cheerless Winter's pass'd away,And flowers spring up, with sweet perfume,To scent the breeze ...
WHAT adverse fate awaits the tuneful train!Has OTWAY died and SPENCER liv'd in vain?In vain has COLLINS , Fancy's pensive ...
ALAS! for that voice which the envoy of Heaven, In accents celestial, pour'd sweet on the ear,That when the ...
'TIS painful to a Briton's eyes,To see a tyrant in disguiseUsurping LOUIS ' throne;While Peers and Prelates round him crowd,And ...
On heaven's ethereal plain, Where hostile rage ambition first begun, When the arch rebel strove himself to reign And take ...
Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;O born to rule in partial Law's despite,Resume thy ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead,In agony I knelt and said:"0 God! what have I done,Or in what ...
She has gone down! they shout it from afar, Kings-nobles-priests-all men of every race, Whose lagging clogs Time's ...
It will be looked for, book, when some but see Thy title, Epigrams, and named of me,Thou should'st be bold, ...
A flirtatious woman's singular gazeas she slithers towards you, like the white raysthe vibrant moon throws on the trembling seawhere ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face, They turn ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They ...
VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this, That me thou makest thus tormented be: the whiles she lordeth in ...
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