The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,By nature inhumaine, much given to ...
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,By nature inhumaine, much given to ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!By thousands sought, Clotilda, ...
Is there for honesty povertyThat hings his head, an' a' that;The coward slave - we pass him by,We dare be ...
Since, Sir, on the Alphabet, lately 'tis grownThe Fashion to spread our Wit about Town,My Horn--book once more I shall ...
Now fie upon him! what is Man,Whose life at best is but a span?When to an inch it dwindles down,Ice ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Government muddles, departments dazed,Fear and confusion wherever he gazed; Order insulted, authority spurned, Dread and distraction wherever he turned -Oh, ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
HER Leghorn hat was of the bright gold tintThe setting sunbeams give to autumn clouds;The ribband that encircled it as ...
Now fie upon him! what is Man, Whose life at best is but a span? When to an inch it ...
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, 'Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign ...
WHOM will you send to London town, To Parliament and a' that? Or wha in a' the country round The ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; There's money to burn in the ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
With the ladies' permission, most humbly I'd mention How much we're obliged by all their attention; We sink with the ...
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