A Gallery To The Temple. The Pedigree (Ralph Knevet Poems)
While I did narrowly investigate, The race, and linage of my sinnes, I found that sinne, and I were twinnes, Begotten, and brought ...
While I did narrowly investigate, The race, and linage of my sinnes, I found that sinne, and I were twinnes, Begotten, and brought ...
Among the high-branching, leafless boughsAbove the roof-peaks of the town,Snowflakes unnumberably come down.I watched out of the attic windowThe laced ...
They were like dreams that in a drowsy hourA sad old God had dreamed in loneliness of power.They were like ...
Out of the Latin Quarter I came to the lofty doorWhere the two marble Sphinxes guard The Pavilion de Flore.Two Cockneys stood ...
PREGNANT again with th' old twins, Hope and Fear,Oft have I asked for thee, both how and whereThou wert ; ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
AN IMPARTIAL HISTORY of the RISE, PROGRESS, AND EXTINCTION of the late REBELLION In Britain, in the Years 1745 and ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
Guest am I to have Light my northern room Why to cordiality so averse to come Other friends adjourn Other ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
She has one good bumblebee which she leads about town on a leash of clover. It's as big as a ...
She has one good bumblebee which she leads about town on a leash of clover. It's as big as a ...
The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set, Ever sing merrily, merrily; The bows they bend, and the knives ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own ...
In a little town in Devonshire, in the mellow September moonlight, A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful ...
The fear of perjuring herself turned into a tacit Admission of her guilt. Yet she had the skill And the ...
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