New-Englands (Benjamin Tompson Poems)
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
BENEATH a father's roof two brethren dwelt,And each domestic comfort truly felt;What farther pleasure could their souls require?The happy sons ...
As the Kaffir is known by his Wig-WamAs a Scotsman is known by his thistleAnd a man from the West ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it upIn the Malamute Saloon; An American guy from Peckham Rye Was playing ...
462Why make it doubt-it hurts it so-So sick-to guess-So strong-to know-So brave-upon its little BedTo tell the very last They ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so -- So sick -- to guess -- So strong -- to ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
A hundred years is a lot of living I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe, Some day if the gods ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
I could have sold him up because His rent was long past due; And Grimes, my lawyer, said it was ...
The gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk; And when he puts his tools ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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