A Pepys’ “Diary” (Henry Austin Dobson Poems)
To One who asked why he wrote it.You ask me what was his intent?In truth, I'm not a German;'Tis plain ...
To One who asked why he wrote it.You ask me what was his intent?In truth, I'm not a German;'Tis plain ...
THERE'S such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head!I'm scribbling this against a book, with foolscap ...
Long, Dodington, in debt, I long have sought To ease the burden of my graceful thought: And now a ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
Nay, why do foolish politicians strive To win a fleeting popularity?In vain, in vain, they jealously contrive To turn the ...
RecitativeLet clownish Cymon, in fond rustic strains,To lovely Iphigene declare his pains;Let tink'ring Tom for dustcart Sylvia pine,I sing St. ...
It ever was allow'd, dear Madam, Ev'n from the days of father Adam, Of all perfection flesh is heir to, ...
ecco a letter starting"dearest we"unsigned:remarkably brief but coveringone complete miracle of nearest far"i cordially invite me to becomenoone except yourselves ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
It ever was allow'd, dear Madam, Ev'n from the days of father Adam, Of all perfection flesh is heir to, ...
beside me in this garden are huge and daisy-like (why not? are not oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?), shrubby and thick-stalked, ...
Behold! I'm old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night ...
The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they Drift down the air; December's sky is sodden grey, Dark with despair; A ...
Thoughts, go your way home. Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea. In my view, it is stupid to ...
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