King Canute (William Makepeace Thackeray Poems)
KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;And ...
KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;And ...
WE took our work, and went, you see,To take an early cup of tea.We did so now and then, to ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
The times still "grow to something strange"; We rap and turn the tables;We fire our guns at awful range; We lay Atlantic ...
Thou sinless and sweet one - thy voice is a strainWhich yields solace to sadness, and balm to my pain,From ...
This world is net a paradise, Tho' railly aw dooant see,What fowk should growl soa mich abaat;-- Its gooid enuff for me.It's ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
Now Cleo, fly round! Father's going to townWith a load o' red russets, to meet Captain Brown;The mortgage is due, ...
I LAY in my coffin under the sod;But the rooks they caw'd, and the sheep they trodAnd munch'd and bleated, ...
Bicycle, my bicycle, that liest where I lie, I've merely strained a tendon, but your time has come to die. ...
(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)Under the elm a rustic seatWas merriest Susan's pet retreat To merry-make. This Relative of mine Was she seventy-and-nine When she died? By the canvas may be seen How she look'd at seventeen, As a Bride. Beneath a summer tree Her maiden reverie Has a charm; Her ringlets are in taste; What an arm! and what a waist For an arm! With her bridal-wreath, bouquet, Lace farthingale, and gay Falbala, — If Romney's touch be true, What a lucky dog were you, Grandpapa! Her lips are sweet as love; They are parting! Do they move? Are they dumb? Her eyes are blue, and beam Beseechingly, and seem To say, "Come!" What funny fancy slips From atween these cherry lips? Whisper me, Fair Sorceress in paint, What canon says I mayn't Marry thee! That good-for-nothing Time Has a confidence sublime! When I first Saw this Lady, in my youth, Her winters had, forsooth, Done their worst. Her locks, as white as snow, Once shamed the swarthy crow; By-and-by That fowl's avenging sprite Set his cruel foot for spite Near her eye. Her rounded form was lean, And her silk was bombazine: Well I wot With her needles would she sit, And for hours would she knit, — Would she not? Ah perishable clay! Her charms had dropt away One by one: But if she heaved a sigh With a burthen, it was, "Thy Will be done." In travail, as in tears, With the fardel of her years Overprest, In mercy she was borne Where the weary and the worn Are at rest. Oh if you now are there, And sweet as once you were, Grandmamma, This nether world agrees You'll all the better please Grandpapa.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
Trouble in the distance seems all-fired big-- Sorter makes you shiver when you look at it a-comin'; Makes you ...
(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold, Late driven hence, infested fane and court. The ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
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