A Scene and a birth (Kendrick Smithyman Poems)
Pump the old harmonium in a back room.The kettle's on for tea at four o'clock.A man's to get born, who'll ...
Pump the old harmonium in a back room.The kettle's on for tea at four o'clock.A man's to get born, who'll ...
There are people, I know, to be found, Who say, and apparently think,That sorrow and care may be drowned By a timely ...
The golden Bait the Devil spread,I caught with greedy Jaws;With Usury I sore oppress'dAll that came in my Paws:I hated ...
I was enriched, not casting after marvels,But as one walking in a usual place,Without desert but common eyes and ears,No ...
THREE steps there are our human life must climb.The first is Force.The savage struggled to it from the slimeAnd still ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
IWe look for her that sunlike stoodUpon the forehead of our day,An orb of nations, radiating foodFor body and for ...
God-like Tsarevna Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde! Whose wisdom matchless Opened the true path To young Prince Khlor To go up ...
Ye lovely maids! whose yet unpractis'd heartsNe'er felt the force of Love's resistless darts;Who justly set a value on your ...
Very sturdy rogues. Several have exploited your worlds. With no needs, and in no hurryto make use of their brilliant ...
FOR Socrates a House was built, Of but inferiour Size; Not highly Arch'd, nor Carv'd, nor Gilt; The ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
FOR Socrates a House was built, Of but inferiour Size; Not highly Arch'd, nor Carv'd, nor Gilt; The Man, 'tis ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
"Only a pound," said the auctioneer, "Only a pound; and I'm standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss -- ...
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