A Lay of St. Gengulphus (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
'Non multo post, Gengulphus, in domo sua dormiens, occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat. Cujus ...
'Non multo post, Gengulphus, in domo sua dormiens, occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat. Cujus ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
OH, would I resembledThe country girls fair,Who rosy-red ribbonsAnd yellow hats wear!To believe I was prettyI thought was allow'd;In the ...
I am making great big skirtsFor great big women-Amazons who've fed and sleptThemselves inhuman.Such long skirts, not less than twoAnd ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still: By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ...
I don't see why Pa likes him so, And seems so glad to have him come;He jabs my ribs and ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
OH, would I resembled The country girls fair, Who rosy-red ribbons And yellow hats wear! To believe I was pretty ...
O LORD, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in stead, And send us, from thy bounteous store, A ...
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own ...
1 The children of the Czar Played with a bouncing ball In the May morning, in the Czar's garden, Tossing ...
"Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, So far beyond the faint edge of the world? D'ye look to ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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