The Oeconomy Of Love (John Armstrong Poems)
Thy bounties, Love, in thy soft raptures, whenTimeliest the melting pairs indulge, and howBest to improve the genial joy, how ...
Thy bounties, Love, in thy soft raptures, whenTimeliest the melting pairs indulge, and howBest to improve the genial joy, how ...
You of each sex and age, draw near,And to my sad Complaint give ear,Who vice, unto the last obey'd,But now ...
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
The June house wasn't a house at all, But a level and leafy place, Where a gypsy scamp had pitched his camp-- A ...
There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately fondof poetry,that if some weeks passed by without ...
(July, 1904)In the State of "Old Palmetto," from the town of Eutawville,Comes a voice of pain and anguish that refuses ...
A fisherman lived on the shore, (It's a habit that fishers affect,) And his life was a hideous bore: He had nothing to ...
A bulrush stood on a river's rim, And an oak that grew near by Looked down with cold hauteur on him, And addressed ...
I dreamed I had come into an immense underground temple with lofty archedroof. It was filled with a sort of ...
"You give me no rest," growled the Patient."I cannot," retorted the Pill."In your stomach to beIs so dreadful to meThat ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
"My friend, why are the Great Gods in conference?(In my dream) Anu, Enlil, and Shamash held a council,and Anu spoke ...
I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,For all ...
Once there was a little boy who wouldn't go to bed, When they hinted at the subject he would only ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For with the flow'ry earth The golden pomp ...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
The young poet Evmenis complained one day to Theocritus: "I've been writing for two years now and I've composed only ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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