Rhodon And Iris. Act IV (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
Miss Thompson at HomeIn her lone cottage on the downs,With winds and blizzards and great crownsOf shining cloud, with wheeling ...
Few years have pass'd since thou and I Were firmest friends, at least in name,And childhood's gay sincerity Preserved our feelings long ...
It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'! What insults an snubs they've to tak!What bowin an scrapin's expected, If a ...
OR,A DESCRIPTION OF A CAMPIN THE YEAR 1800.TENTS, marquees , and baggage-waggons;Suttling houses; beer in flaggons;Drams and trumpets; singing, firing;Girls ...
What will the new day findThat comes some ages hence?Undecipherable scripts!That were the scribing of thy hand;Wisdoms that are rusted ...
They have spent theircontent of simpering,holding their lips thisand that way, windingthe lines betweentheir brows. Old folksallow their bellies to ...
Said a simpering Butterfly, sipping a rose,To a graceless Mosquito on grandpapa's nose,Whom she hoped to entrap,"Pray come, Sir, and ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
THE dove of Liberty sat on an eggAnd hatched another eagle.But didn't disown the bird._Down with all eagles_! cooed the ...
What do they dream about standing there In the windows facing the street?Eyes transfixed in a strange, far stare, Smiles ...
I know the face of Falsehood and her TongueHoneyed with unction, Plausible with guile,Are dear to men, whom count me ...
Here they come the clever ladiesin their detachable Peter Pan collarstheir fringes their sober meinhiding such anger suchsubtle vices dizzying ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
I know the face of Falsehood and her Tongue Honeyed with unction, Plausible with guile, Are dear to men, whom ...
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