The Rivals…A Tale of the Smart Set (P G Wodehouse Poems)
At the epoch which I write of quite the smartest men in townWere Marmaduke de Coucy and Adolphus Brummel-Brown;They led ...
At the epoch which I write of quite the smartest men in townWere Marmaduke de Coucy and Adolphus Brummel-Brown;They led ...
You shall not be overboldWhen you deal with arctic cold,As late I found my lukewarm bloodChilled wading in the snow-choked ...
There is an isle in an unfurrowed seaThat I wot of, whereon the whole year roundThe apple-blossoms and the rosebuds ...
I know how fire burns,How from the wrangling fumesRose and amber blooms, And slowly dies.Nothing's so swift as fire,There's nothing alive ...
I do not pray for peace nor ease,Nor truce from sorrow:No suppliant on servile kneesBegs here against to-morrow!Lean flame against ...
Now, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes;Thy lovely things must all be laid away;And thou, as others, must ...
Pain, pain continual; pain unending;Hard even to the roughest, but to thoseHungry for beauty . . . Not the wisest ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had died Between ...
Preludes.I The Paragon When I behold the skies aloft ...
1.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
A HEAVY and desolate sense of life Is all the Past makes mine-and stillA cold contempt of ...
Merrily 'mid the faded leaves, O Robin of the bright red breast! Cheerily over the Autumn eaves, Thy note is ...
I'm the friendliest of them all, When winter comes;Daily at your door I call Begging crumbs.Clinging sideways to a stake,Eloquent ...
Break Thou my heart, dear Lord, lest I should die: The world's gross business has so husked ...
With one firm thrust to force the boat of livingFrom off the sands, and, by a wave tossed high,Be toward ...
The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
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