AUTHORS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
OVER the meadows, and down the stream, And through the garden-walks straying, He plucks the flowers that fairest seem; His ...
OVER the meadows, and down the stream, And through the garden-walks straying, He plucks the flowers that fairest seem; His ...
My neighbour, none can e'er deny, Is a most beauteous maid; Her shop is ever in mine eye, When working ...
My neighbour's curtain, well I see, Is moving to and fin. No doubt she's list'ning eagerly, If I'm at home ...
WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair, The ...
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.' 'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
THE simple Jane was sent to bring Fresh water from the neighb'ring spring; The matter pressed, no time to waste, ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
WE'RE told, that once a cobbler, BLASE by name; A wife had got, whose charms so high in fame; But ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour's little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and ...
Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy, it's a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand ...
To my shame I've been mending fences again. a quaint habit I inherited from my father; he would rather fix ...
Oh, how I love Humanity, With love so pure and pringlish, And how I hate the horrid French, Who never ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
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