THE WASSAIL (Robert Herrick Poem)
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
Never with the oppressors with the despots, the tyrants in the falsehood of temporary security while subjugating their people We ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
So much I gazed on beauty, that my vision is replete with it. Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous ...
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
If thou could'st empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the ...
In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, And that which governs me to go about Doth part ...
Bring down the moon for genteel Janet; She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class. --But ...
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