The Duellist – Book I (Charles Churchill Poems)
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
Out on the Western prairies,While riding after stock,A cowboy met a shepherdA-tending to his flock.The herder asked the cowboyIf he ...
IStrike not thy dog with a stick!I did it yesterday:Not to undo though I gainedThe Paradise: heavy it rainedOn Kobold's ...
Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.Плыли свечи. И ...
Yonder she sails on her paper sea —Masts just a trifle too tall, maybe —Chain-plates and whiskers, all, in short,That ...
A life of its own and a long one is ledBy this penguin, with nothing to do with the breast-The ...
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,And ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
A cursing rogue with a merry face, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called ...
'Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a ...
Poets with whom I learned my trade. Companions of the Cheshire Cheese, Here's an old story I've remade, Imagining 'twould ...
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Us all on sore cement was we. Not warmed then with glares. Not glutting mush under that pole the lightning's ...
Three jolly gentlemen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed. Three jolly gentlemen Snored till morn, Their ...
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