A Story Of Doom: Book I. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
When the companies were thus arrayed, each under its own captain,the Trojans advanced as a flight of wild fowl or ...
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning starHung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayedThe world's great shipwright, and ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
Then one ran, crying, while Niloiya wrought,"The Master cometh!" and she went withinTo adorn herself for meeting him. And ShemWent ...
In Woolwich town does live a lass, I call her Wanton Betty; For not an epithet beside Would suit her half so pretty. Her ...
I'M gratify'd to think that youShould wish to see my Songs,As few would read my Book, who knewTo whom this ...
WHO SPOKE WITH SOME ILL-NATURE OF THEADVERTISEMENT OF MY LITTLE WORK INTHE "ABERDEEN JOURNAL." SAYS pert Miss PRUE ,There's something ...
THE BRICKLAYER: I tell this tale, which is strictly true, Just by way of convincing you How very little, since ...
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