Aneurin’s Harp (George Meredith Poems)
IPrince of Bards was old Aneurin;He the grand Gododin sang;All his numbers threw such fire in,Struck his harp so wild ...
IPrince of Bards was old Aneurin;He the grand Gododin sang;All his numbers threw such fire in,Struck his harp so wild ...
Some vast amount of years ago, Ere all my youth had vanished from me,A boy it was my lot to ...
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
There was an agile sailor ladWho longed to know the bushSo with his swag and billy-canHe said he'd make a ...
In the hollow, by the pollard, where the crop is tall and rank Of the dock-leaf and the nettle growing ...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay, Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way. I wished ...
THERE'S a joy without canker or cark, There 's a pleasure eternally new, 'T is to gloat on the glaze ...
"Corruptio optimi pessima!"Grinned Sir Henry Bessemer."Judicio vulgi demens!"Snorted Sir William Siemens(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose ...
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
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