The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(1571.)The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three;“Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull ...
(1571.)The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three;“Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull ...
NO classic warrior tempts my pen To fill with verse these pages-No lordly-hearted man of men My Muse's thought engages.Let others choose ...
One sees in Viteall Yard,Vere pleacemen do resort,A wenerable hinstitute,'Tis call'd the Pallis Court.A gent as got his i on ...
A poet had a cat. There is nothing odd in that- (I might make a little pun about the Mews!) But what is ...
I walked beside a dark gray sea. And said, "O world, how cold thou art!Thou poor white world, I pity thee, For ...
My life — to Discontent a prey —Is in the sere and yellow leaf.'Tis vain for happiness to pray:No solace ...
The Kitten mews outside the Door,The Cat-bird in the Tree,The Sea-mew mews upon the Shore,The Catfish in the Sea.The Emu ...
The latest newsAbout the mews!Lord TableyAnd John Tabb, B.Lift up their strainIn the self-same Lane.Alas!—but that'sThe way with cats. (John ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
OF our Amusements ask you?--We amuseOurselves and friends with seaside walks and views,Or take a morning ride, a novel, or ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
Supposed to have been written under the Ruins ofRufus's Castle, among the remains of the ancientChurch on the Isle of ...
Oh! sadly sing my weeping Muse 'Till Echo mourn again; An honest Tallow-Chandler's dirge, Should be a melting strain. Although ...
"Teapots and Quails,Snuffers and Snails,Set him a sailingand see how he sails!..Mitres and Beams,Thimbles and Creams,Set him a screamingand hark! ...
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
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