Aforetime (Thomas Sturge Moore Poems)
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
Awake, arise, the hour is come,For rows and revolutions;There's no receipt like pike and drumFor crazy constitutions.Close, close the shop! ...
Nay, Mr. Simpson!--'Tis not kind--polite--To shut me out, sir?--I'm in such a fright!--I can not speak the lines, I'm sure!--Oh, ...
The case, too, was urgent, for there stood a sinner, Whose fate hung on chance--a chance for his dinner; A chance for ...
Her sickness brought me to Connecticut.Mornings I walk the dog: that part of lifeis intact. Who's painted, who's insulatedor put ...
WHEN by the brook his strainCupid is fluting,And on the neighboring plainMayors disputing,There turns the ear ere long,Loving and tender,Yet ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
Let the mayors daughter of Lin, God wott,He chose her to his wife,And thought with her to have lived in ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
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