Venus’ Runaway (Ben Jonson Poems)
Beauties, have ye seen this toy,Called Love, a little boy,Almost naked, wanton, blind;Cruel now, and then as kind?If he be ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy,Called Love, a little boy,Almost naked, wanton, blind;Cruel now, and then as kind?If he be ...
The little home paper comes to me, As badly printed as it can be; It's ungrammatical, cheap, absurd--Yet, how I ...
A click of window glass had roused me Out of my sleep at early dawn. Beneath me Venice swam in ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as ...
Boo Boo, Boo Boo, do I have a treat, So put away your toys, and have a seat; ***** Boo ...
God like a parent waiting for the wayward child runaway, rebellious serving other masters gone away, astray God always ready ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
after, when you are driving 75 miles one way just to get to her and her wind-touched hair, bleached white ...
O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa; An' he's the goodest man ever you saw! He comes to our ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
The disorganization to which I currently belong has skipped several meetings in a row which is a pattern I find ...
The disorganization to which I currently belong has skipped several meetings in a row which is a pattern I find ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
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