The Journey (Charles Churchill Poems)
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
Two low whistles, quaint and clear: That was the signal the engineer--That was the signal that Guild, 'tis said--Gave to ...
I cannot hide from thee how much I fearThe whispers breathed by flatterers in thine earAgainst my faith: — but ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
"A equals X," says Mister One. "A equals B," says Mister Two. "A equals nothing under the sun But A," ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
The mind, with its own eyes and ears, May for these others have no care; No matter where this body ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight, "I'd fain have a prick, knew I how to come by't. I ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap. The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest. It shakes above the ...
You've heard of "Casey at The Bat," And "Casey's Tabble Dote"; But now it's time To write a rhyme Of ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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