The Miseries of Man (Anne Killigrew Poem)
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
More discontents I never had Since I was born, than here; Where I have been, and still am, sad, In ...
in my reading of the moment i have learned the figure next to christ in da vinci's last supper (a ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sand, and crystal ...
Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean and see the puissant morons stare; garbed in common guises far from ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Much as he left it when he went from us Here was the room again where he had been So ...
To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
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