THE PRESENT; OR, THE BAG OF THE BEE: (Robert Herrick Poem)
Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me; When on her lip thou ...
Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me; When on her lip thou ...
Surely, not I, slyly, smugly said he who was, who was to betray As if still not understanding who it ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. With the infinite skill of an All-Master Made He the hull and ...
In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: "I want to take a wife mon Père," The Marquis laughed: ...
BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon's eye, Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; All ...
Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
Unto his housemaid spoke the Laird: "Tonight the Bishop is our guest; The spare room must be warmed and aired: ...
LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend ...
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say ...
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