UPON A CHILD THAT DIED (Robert Herrick Poem)
Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood; Who as soon fell fast asleep, As her ...
Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood; Who as soon fell fast asleep, As her ...
SISTER of the first-born light, Type of sorrowing gentleness! Quivering mists in silv'ry dress Float around thy features bright; When ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Up in the attic where I slept When I was a boy, a little boy, In through the lattice the ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
The Oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of ...
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" And then reluctant turn -- My flowers raise their pretty lips -- Then ...
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
I have a King, who does not speak -- So -- wondering -- thro' the hours meek I trudge the ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
WHILE larks, with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
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