The Briton’s Alphabet (Charles Dibdin Poems)
A stands for Albion, the Queen of the Main; B for the Britons she boasts in her train C for ...
A stands for Albion, the Queen of the Main; B for the Britons she boasts in her train C for ...
"We're all for love," the violins said.—Sidney LanierDo I love you? Do I love you?Ask the heavens that bend above ...
WRITTEN SOME TIME BACK.Cowper, I thank my God that thou art healed.Thine was the sorest malady of all,And I am ...
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious ...
Underneath this sable hearseLies the subject of all verse,Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother:Death! ere thou hast slain another,Learned, and fair, and ...
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
En l'an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
It was like chucking-out time In a rough Victorian pub Cherubic Dylan was first to go Lachrymose but with a ...
for Wendy Oliver, who knew him I am the sick animal you dream you are caring for In the long ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you tourneyed with victorious ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
"He could not forget that he was a Sidney." Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this ...
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier. O wish that's vainer than the plash Of these wave-whimsies on the shore: "Give us ...
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