The Authors: A Satire (Richard Savage Poems)
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN FOR 'SHE STOOPSTO CONQUER'THERE is a place, so Ariosto sings,A treasury for lost and missing ...
Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey,And put my fingers into her clean cat's mouth,And rubbed her ...
Dear sober emptyers o' the glass!Behold your goddess -- wife or lass, De'il hae me gin I ken;But weel I wat ...
The terrors of night have fallen on me,The shadow of forms no longer I see,Eyes that have lingered on objects ...
The hawker with his tilted cart pulled up beside the fence,And opened out his wondrous mart with startling eloquence;All sorts ...
History. History is not papyrus rolls,dried yellow parchments,not marble on pedestals.History is etched in the human heart,in hope, in memory,in ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
Awake! awake! Hear Freedom callingUpon her sons to fly to arms; While Treason's trumpet-tongue appalling Is madly sounding its alarms. ...
It was a gentle sawbones and his name was Doctor Brown.His auto was the terror of a small suburban town.His ...
What's the best life for a man? --Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next best Is ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
Advertisements, they've trashed the web, somehow they've gotten into bed with common sense; ubiquitous and so intense, insistent as to ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
Oh, thou demon Drink, thou fell destroyer; Thou curse of society, and its greatest annoyer. What hast thou done to ...
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