The Ballade of the Incompetent Ballade-Monger (James Kenneth Stephen Poems)
I am not ambitious at all: I am not a poet, I know (Though I do love to see a mere scrawl To ...
I am not ambitious at all: I am not a poet, I know (Though I do love to see a mere scrawl To ...
VERSES, my love! As soon could IWithout a wing or feather fly;My head, with other matters fraught,No more attempts poetic ...
'Twas in a cool Aonian glade,The wanton Cupid, spent with toil,Had sought refreshment from the shade,And stretch'd him on the ...
I. Hesperus, thou bringest near Hesperus, thou bringest nearAll that garish dayScattered far away:Thou bringest back the sheep,Thou bringest back the goat,Thou ...
One pious afternoon in June When pyronomics held full sway, My pilot, fancy, led me on To seek new fields, piebald and gay. The ...
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
_THE ENGLISH RENAISSANCE_1491 As she who in some village-child unknown, With rustic grace and fantasy bedeck'd And in her simple ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North.A View from the Parades at Bath, with some Account ...
On Water-Gruel, by Desire; occasioned by a singular Adventure.Hail! Water-Gruel, ever sacred Name,Once so propitious to my genial Flame;O! be ...
Think you I have not skill to gather gold, If I could love it as some others ...
Thou liest dead,—lie on: of theeNo sweet remembrances shall be,Who never plucked Pierian rose,Who never chanced on Anter?s.Unknown, unnoticed, there ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
I was seventy-seven, come August, I shall shortly be losing my bloom; I've experienced zephyr and raw gust And (symbolical) ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
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