The Duellist – Book III (Charles Churchill Poems)
Ah me! what mighty perils waitThe man who meddles with a state,Whether to strengthen, or oppose!False are his friends, and ...
Ah me! what mighty perils waitThe man who meddles with a state,Whether to strengthen, or oppose!False are his friends, and ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;And such desire of Freedom has been shown,That ...
This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagemThou hast been ambushed in the chilly air; Upon thy fragile crest virginal fairThe rime ...
Give us a call! We keep good beer,Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here;Our doors are open to boys and men,And ...
Shall Virginia sleep onTill her liberties are gone?Shall the plottings of her foesGo unchecked beneath her nose?Can she, unresisting, seeWomen ...
IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe, dear,Those evenings I called at your flatAnd lovingly, longingly gazed in your ...
An eye where love with laughter twinkles,And songs on kisses still insistent,Blended with graying hair and wrinkles,To you, my child, ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
In the shabby train no seat is vacant. The child in the ripped mask Sprawls undisturbed in the waste Of ...
MANY a guest I'd see to-day, Met to taste my dishes! Food in plenty is prepar'd, Birds, and game, and ...
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
I will grieve alone, As I strolled alone, years ago, down along The Ohio shore. I hid in the hobo ...
Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
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