Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (Michael Drayton Poems)
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
A big locomotive has pulled into town,Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,A plump jumbo olive.Huffing and puffing and panting and ...
Trapping brumbies in the moonlight! those were nights of reckless fun,'Way back on Campbell's country - on the Goory-bibil run,When ...
Tiny bit of humanity,Blessed with your mother's face,And cursed with your father's mind.I say cursed with your father's mind,Because you ...
When th.' sunshine's golden-yeller Like th' curls upon his head,Then he wakes — th' lil' feller — An' he jumps up, outen ...
Have you seen the golfers airyPrancing forth to their vagary,Just as frisky in their gaitersAs a flock of Grecian Satyrs,Looking ...
When Art goes bounding, lean,Up hill-tops fired greenTo pluck a rose for life.Life like a broody henCluck-clucks him back again.But ...
When I was but a little lad I always liked to ride,No matter what the rig we had, right by ...
THREE hours ago in Seven Dials She lived awaiting all the trials That haunt her race, but now shall be ...
The Combe was ever dark, ancient and dark.Its mouth is stopped with brambles, thorn, and briar;And no one scrambles over ...
Chloe, you shun me like a hind That, seeking vainly for her mother,Hears danger in each breath of wind, And ...
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, The children follow the butterflies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
This morning, between two branches of a tree Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry ...
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