Ye Wearie Wayfarer [A Dedication to the author of Holmby House” (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
An Incident in One Act.PERSONS. THE KING, THE QUEEN, EARL ATHULF, THE MINSTREL.Heralds, Pages, Men-at-Arms, Sentries. TIME: THE PAST.SCENE:Night in ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
The sun, which doth the greatest comfort bring To absent friends (because the self-same thing They know they see, however ...
Ane sings the lassie that he lo'es, Gangs daft aboot her lips an' een;Anither, burns, an' heichts, an' howes, An' ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
I am fit and I am well (so said Obadiah Bell.) I take life as it come from day to ...
The fierce sea-sunset over the world Springs like a wounded spirit,The waves all day have hissed and hurledTheir fangs and ...
The Chinese are an old, old race, In mystic lore exceeding wise.Accustomed thro' the year to trace Their nation's fortunes ...
When TorquemadaFound a cat in the larderHe relinquished it without a qualm**To the secular arm.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails ...
(i) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) the thought that what a wind could bend was not ...
No monument stands over Babi Yar. A drop sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as ...
Who bides his time, and day by day Faces defeat full patiently, And lifts a mirthful roundelay, However poor his ...
With belly like a poisoned pup Said I: 'I must give bacon up: And also, I profanely fear, I must ...
"Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, So far beyond the faint edge of the world? D'ye look to ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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