Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (Michael Drayton Poems)
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
AND can his antiquarian eyes,My Anglo-Saxon C despise?And does Lord Harcourt, day by day,Regret th' extinct initial K?And still, with ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
The face of QanaPale, like that of Jesusand the sea breeze of April…Rains of blood.. and tears..2They entered Qana stepping ...
Lord Dunmore's Petition to the Legislature of VirginiaHUMBLY SHOWETH,THAT a silly old fellow, much noted of yore,And known by the ...
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the ...
SHALL I with lethal draughts drowse every thoughtAnd let the days pass by with silent tread,-Dream that the vanished hour ...
The wind caught in the arms of mills mocks the dramaof minutes floating across the sky. Don Quixote of the ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
God-like Tsarevna Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde! Whose wisdom matchless Opened the true path To young Prince Khlor To go up ...
DERE woned once a studente, All in der Stadt Paris,Whom jeder der ihn kennte, Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. He roosted ...
Riding on Rosinante where the carsWith dismal unremitting clangors pass,And people move like curbless energumensRowelled by fiends of fury back ...
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the ...
Weeping, I go down the street Grotesque, without solution With the sadness of Cyrano And Quixote. Redeeming Infinite impossiblities With ...
I read how Quixote in his random ride Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose The purity of ...
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky. The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only ...
A year or two, and grey Euripides, And Horace and a Lydia or so, And Euclid and the brush of ...
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