Verses (HRH Princess Amelia Poems)
Unthinking, idle, wild and young,I laugh'd, and talk'd, and danced, and sung:And proud of health, of freedom vain;Dream'd not of ...
Unthinking, idle, wild and young,I laugh'd, and talk'd, and danced, and sung:And proud of health, of freedom vain;Dream'd not of ...
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,When they are told that grace was said by me;The servants gone to ...
LOUISATOEMMA. APRIL 25th, 1781. OH! my lov'd EMMA , I have much ...
PART THE FIRST.IN THELMON'S breast contending passions rise, While, with resentment stung, he proudly flies; The harmonist divine, to madness ...
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran! what a lookOf shame and guilt!--who cannot read that book?Misery and mirth are blended in ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Lord, I am old; the life that was so sweet ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
Woe, woe is me! for whither can I fly? Where hide me from Mathesis' fearful eye? Where'er I turn the ...
The age proceeds along its iron path,All hearts a brim with greed; and every hourOur common dreams grow ever more ...
I like Artemus Ward, that quaint Rough, sturdy, antiquated Showman,Who travell'd Yankee-land to paint The social ills in man and ...
YESTERDAY was St. Valentine. Thought you at all, dear dove divine, Upon the beard in sorry trim And rueful countenance ...
Another week has pass'd away,Another Sabbath now draws near;Lord, with Thy blessing crown the day,Which all Thy children hold so ...
Every day, when it gets so very darkThat I can read no more,I walk along the street singing,Look at every ...
In our pursuits, our drive seeking and following society's call what of our neighbors, their real needs unmet While we ...
Mine, it is mine, give me what is mine. How often hear that, say that, whether in word or in ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
Pale scrapings of people with lipstick ringed glasses and cigarettes burning, and laughter trickling up and down their knotty throats. ...
THE world below the brine; Forests at the bottom of the sea-the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
We've travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag In the country of the Gidgee and Belar. We've swum ...
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