If By Chance Your Eye Offend You (A. E. Housman Poem)
If by chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves ...
If by chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure." And ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so -- So sick -- to guess -- So strong -- to ...
Those cattle smaller than a Bee That herd upon the eye -- Whose tillage is the passing Crumb -- Those ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
Of all the docks upon the blue There was no dockyard, old or new, To touch the dock at Cockatoo. ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
He comes; I hear him up the street-- Bird of ill omen, flapping wide The pinion of a printed sheet, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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