The Fairies Farewell (Richard Corbet Poems)
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies,Good housewives now may say,For now foul sluts in dairiesDo fare as well as they.And though they ...
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies,Good housewives now may say,For now foul sluts in dairiesDo fare as well as they.And though they ...
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...
Now the golden daffodil Lifts from earth his shining headThat was lately frozen still In the gardens of the dead.Sing to the ...
Good wholesome labour was his exercise,Down with the lamb, and with the lark would rise:In mire and toiling sweat he ...
Oenone:Fair and fair, and twice so fair, As fair as any may be;The fairest shepherd on our green, A love for any ...
The first faint dawn was flushing up the skiesWhen, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,I looked out to the oak that, ...
Ho! green fields and running brooks! Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy backways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks, By ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, ...
We hoped to end our troubled days Far from the maddening strife, Erstwhile to chortle roundelays ...
In days gone by, the poets wrote Sweet verses to the ladies fair; Described the nightingale's clear ...
O COME, welcome visitor, clothe by degreesOur fields in their annual vest;Hang thy fleeces unsoil'd on our bushes and trees,Tho' ...
A something, not of earth or sky, Beside me walks the ways I go, And I--I never truly ...
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious ...
Let gleeful muses sing their roundelays! So might my muse have sung;But in the jocund days When she ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious ...
When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares And all that irked him in his bound employ, Once more become ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
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