Description of an Author’s Bedchamber (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,Regale ...
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,Regale ...
DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BEDCHAMBERWHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,Invites each passing stranger that can pay;Where Calvert's butt, ...
Over the plains of the whitening grassand the stunted mulga the drovers pass,and in the red dust cloud, each sideof ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
Made at the ' Cock.' Alfred, headwaiter at the ' Cock ' * Where nowadays I dine, Go fetch me ...
UNCLE JIMOld Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole, But he could fiddle Virginia Reels, Till you felt the ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The boards of the cabins against the wind off the ocean sanded and buffeted boards bent to the touch The ...
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, ...
Before he was the Good Shepherd, he was the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, from the ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
THIS gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, ...
When the master was calling the roll At the primary school in Collegelands, You were meant to call back Anseo ...
The literate are ill-prepared for this snap in the line of life: the day turns a trick of twisted tongues ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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