Kiss Me, Katie! (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
KATIE, Katie, little Katie!Mouth of rose and eyes of blue,(Eyes that look one frankly through!)When I'm absent don't you miss ...
KATIE, Katie, little Katie!Mouth of rose and eyes of blue,(Eyes that look one frankly through!)When I'm absent don't you miss ...
Whie woulde the Knighte a Barron bee? Whie woulde the Barron an Earles degree? Whie woulde the Earle a Duke become? Whie woulde ...
What am I that wanting, both handes feete and head,Of all them that see me, being deemed for dead.Of breath ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Comme dans l'?ponge il y a dans l'orange une aspiration ? reprendre contenance apr?s avoir subi l'?preuve de l'expression. Mais ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
O Great Creator of the starrie Pole, and heauenly things O mightie founder of the earthly mole, chiefe king of ...
OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits beholding me that all the ...
THey that in course of heauenly spheares are skild, To euery planet point his sundry yeare: in which her circles ...
ARion, when through tempests cruel wracke, He forth was thrown into the greedy seas: through the sweet musick which his ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
EArly before the worlds light giuing lampe, His golden beame vpon the hils doth spred, Hauing disperst the nights vnchearefull ...
LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; and in her songs ...
AH when will this long vveary day haue end, and lende me leaue to come vnto my loue? Hovv slovvly ...
SInce I did leaue the presence of my loue, Many long weary dayes I haue outworne: and many nights, that ...
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