A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Heark, faire one, how what e're here isDoth laugh and sing at thy distresse;Not out of hate to thy reliefe,But ...
I.Heark, faire one, how what e're here isDoth laugh and sing at thy distresse;Not out of hate to thy reliefe,But ...
Below the somnolence of prayer, Under languid visions I Hear the passions surge and cry:Lust with lust is warring there.Thro' the lassitude ...
Daft Ailie cam' in by the auld brig-en' As the sunlicht, saft an' sweet,Fell doon on the laigh, white wa's ...
The Nith has a weird, weird soun' the nicht, As it swurls through the big black pool,An' the win' comin' ...
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
To MR. CLAUDE MEEKER, Columbus, Ohio. Yer honor, Jedge an' all de res' Ah rise to exkermunicate, To organize de ...
I.—THIS SIDE AN' THAT.The rich man sat in his father's seat—Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!The puir man lay at ...
Willie stands in his stable door, And clapping at his steed, And over his white fingers His nose ...
They were a' roun' aboot us, their hearts licht wi' glee,An' the pride an' the talk o' their faither an' ...
There cam a man to oor toon-en',And a waesome carl was he,Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou'd,And gleyt o' a blinterin ee.Muckle he ...
Sweep up the flure, Janet;Put on anither peat.It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,And nowther cauld nor weet.It's the ...
Up cam the tide wi' a burst and a whush,And back gaed the stanes wi' a whurr;The king's son walkit ...
O lat me in, my bonny lass!It's a lang road ower the hill,And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'On the ...
The water ran doon frae the heich hope-heid,Wi' a Rin, burnie, rin;It wimpled, an' waggled, an' sang a screedO' nonsense, ...
Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave; Methinks 'tis long since first these wars begun; Nor thou nor I ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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