Of Prudence (John Denham Poems)
Wisdom's first progress is to take a viewWhat's decent or indecent, false or true.He's truly prudent who can separateHonest from ...
Wisdom's first progress is to take a viewWhat's decent or indecent, false or true.He's truly prudent who can separateHonest from ...
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
I 've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things, An' I 've learned a little of the sense that meetin' people ...
When crowding folks, with strange ill faces,Were making legs, and begging places,And some with patents, some with merit,Tired out my ...
"My boast is not that I deduce my birthFrom loins enthroned, or rulers of the earth;But higher far my proud ...
By the mist clouds of fog that creep over the sun,By the twinkles of stars that ethereally run,By the surge ...
Though for fifteen years you have chaffed me across the table, Slept in my arms and fingered my plunging heart, I scarcely ...
At night, when all the house is still, Wide-waked the chairs and tables comeAnd yawn and stretch their limbs until The maids ...
COME , SESTOS and ABYDOS , aid my song;To you these elegiac strains belong.Your griefs with mine, ye wretched cities, ...
What is to say, had best be said, So, Lilian, ...
THE GENTLEMAN FARMER.Gwyn was a farmer, whom the farmers all,Who dwelt around, "the Gentleman" would call;Whether in pure humility or ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!See our tears repentant streamin'!See the pearly drops a-gleamin', Streamin' from our rheumy eye!Mark our weskits ...
Fortune well-Pictur'd on a rolling Globe, With waving Locks, and thin transparent Robe, A Man beholding, to his Neighbor cry'd, ...
dear boss i wish you would speakto that lazy good for nothingboston bull terrier of yourswhom you call petepete has ...
Poetry is a kind of lying, necessarily. To profit the poet or beauty. But also in that truth may be ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For ...
There once was a Square, such a square little Square, And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a ...
Look at them standing there in authority The pale-faces, As if it could have any effect any more. Pale-face authority, ...
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