Clio Fatidica (E W Bowling Poems)
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
Know you him, O, him, Who lived in those days? He wore a gay coat, And he stepped along, jauntily, ...
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
I. Sylvia, methinks you are unfit Sylvia, methinks you are unfit For your great Lord's embrace; For tho' we all ...
There must be some way out, they say. "There must be some way out!We've fallen on an evil day; That ...
LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys, Our chiefest Happiness below;All other Pleasures are but Toys,Musick without Thee is but ...
WARM, generous and young in heart and brain,A wise, ripe scholar of the antique mould,Had he but chosen he might ...
Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of youIs perfect as an angel! wings and eyesStupendous in their beauty—gorgeous dyesIn ...
Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay, Why such embroid'ry, fringe, and lace? Can any dresses find a way To stop ...
Let philosophers say that it's all for the bestNo matter what happens awry,I defy one to smile who spills pie ...
LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys, Our chiefest Happiness below; All other Pleasures are but Toys, Musick without Thee ...
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings chat on a February berry bush in sun, and I am one. Such merriment ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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