To Sally (John Quincy Adams Poems)
The man in righteousness arrayed, A pure and blameless liver, Needs not the keen Toledo blade, Nor venom-freighted quiver. What ...
The man in righteousness arrayed, A pure and blameless liver, Needs not the keen Toledo blade, Nor venom-freighted quiver. What ...
Tant ai mo cor ple de joya,tot me desnatura.Flor blancha, vermeilh'e groyame par la frejura,c'ab lo ven et ab la ...
God bless you, dear Queen Bess! May nothing you dismay, But health and peace and happiness Be yours, this Christmas day. Here's fruit to ...
Cantarai d'aquestz trobadorsque canton de maintas colorse.l pieier cuida dir mout gen;mas a cantar lor er aillorsq'entrametre.n vei cen pastorsc'us ...
Quand la feuille en festons a couronn? les bois, L'amoureux rossignol n'?touffe point sa voix. Il serait criminel aux yeux ...
Year after year, as Summer suns come round, Upon the Calais packet am I found: Thence to Geneva hurried by ...
I live on Canada en Bas — De fines' lan' you see — ...
My miserable countrymen, whose wont is once a-year To lounge in watering-places, disagreeable and dear; Who on pigmy Cambrian mountains, ...
Merry voices chatterin',Nimble feet dem patterin',Big an' little, faces gay,Happy day dis market day.Sateday, de marnin' break,Soon, soon market-people wake;An' ...
Non, je ne l'aime plus; un autre la poss?de. On s'accoutume au mal que l'on voit sans rem?de. De ses ...
Un jour le rat des champs, ami du rat de ville, Invita son ami dans son rustique asile. Il ?tait ...
Souvent le malheureux sourit parmi ses pleurs, Et voit quelque plaisir na?tre au sein des douleurs. Sous ses hauts monts ...
With a sprig in my beak, I repeatedly seek For a spot where a poor bird may rest,While tumultuous man ...
I t'inkin' da war now go for stop Between Black Sammo, da slush,An' Nicko, da boss of da fry-fish shop. ...
I coom all der vay from Liverpool roun' der HornTo 'Freesco; ve voss hunder an' fifty day on der passage;Forty ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
Sorry, I almost forgot, but I don't think Its worth the effort to become a Carcanet poet With my mug-shot ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
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