Prayer (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
SHE would not keep at home, the foolish woman, She would not mind her precious girls and boys, She had to go, ...
SHE would not keep at home, the foolish woman, She would not mind her precious girls and boys, She had to go, ...
The tree of deepest root is foundLeast willing still to quit the ground;Twas therefore said, by ancient sages,That love of ...
WHEN first thou go'st to court a maid,If thou'dst succeed, implore God's aid,And take his Spirit for thy guide,Or thou'lt ...
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade,Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid,Whilst the World dissolves in Heat,Take this cool, and ...
On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, And I opened the window to see,When every maiden went by with her spark But ...
The buxom ladies of Parnassus,Are quite unlike our modern lasses,Who are a race of sordid b-----s,That prostitute their charms to ...
A brainless beauty, a would-be coquette,A brow of marble, but a heart of jet;An eye that shows no vestige of ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid,Whilst the World dissolves in Heat,Take this cool, ...
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
THERE'S a joy without canker or cark, There 's a pleasure eternally new, 'T is to gloat on the glaze ...
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
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