On The Death Of The Queen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
Mary of Modena d. 1718 {1}Dark was the shade where only cou'd be seenDisasterous Yew that ever balefull greenDistructive in ...
Mary of Modena d. 1718 {1}Dark was the shade where only cou'd be seenDisasterous Yew that ever balefull greenDistructive in ...
O, FRIEND! whose heart the grave doth shroud from human joy or woe, Know'st thou who wanders by thy tomb, ...
IDry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, dead leaves;voices of leaves on the wind that bears them to destruction,impassioned prayer, impassioned ...
Sons of freedom! break your slumbersThe day of glory's drawing nigh,Against us tyranny's red numbersRear their bloody banner high. ...
Within a house of public entertainment There sat an ebon slave close at the foot Of a heavy chair topping ...
WHILE on the meadowy banks of Spey ,Slow steals along the rural muse,And sees the bordering flowers displayTheir native sweets ...
TO AN OLD TREE. WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands embossEach ...
I fear the palace of the rich, I fear the hovel of the poor;Though fortified by moat and ditch, The ...
If a single man is studious and quiet, people say He is grouchy, he is old before his time;If he's ...
These, in the day when heaven was falling,The hour when earth's foundations fled,Followed their mercenary callingAnd took their wages and ...
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am ...
These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth's foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took ...
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
(Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore.) Once more to daily toil--once more to wear The weeds of infamy--from every joy The ...
'Tis night; the mercenary tyrants sleep As undisturb'd as Justice! but no more The wretched Slave, as on his native ...
You will realize this wisdom, When you are my age, and experience, Gained from being in vexing situations, Yet, being ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
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