The Merchant of Venice,: A Legend of Italy (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
I believe there are fewBut have heard of a Jew,Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'In money transactions as ...
I believe there are fewBut have heard of a Jew,Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'In money transactions as ...
How have you managed it? bright busy bee!You are all of you useful, yet each of you free.What man only ...
Did not my Muse (what can she less?)Perceive her own unworthiness,Could she by some well-chosen theme,But hope to merit your ...
This morning I woketo an impatient scratching on the window,the finger branchesof the apricot that bloomed in the nightAt first ...
LOUISATOEMMA. APRIL 25th, 1781. OH! my lov'd EMMA , I have much ...
Charity, Charity - parson and priest Ever in church and in chapel have taught -"Give ye in charity e'en to ...
Two years ago I was thinking On the changes that years bring forth;Now I stand where I then stood drinking ...
A barefooted child on the crossing,Sweeping the mud away,A lady in silks and diamonds,Proud of the vain display;A beggar blind ...
At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends, And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends ...
They tell me she is beautiful, my City, That she is colorful and quaint, alone Among the cities. ...
My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,willows bowed, kissing collarbones,elbows and rowlocks - oh wait, yes,all of this might happen ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
Waiting patiently His time eternal waiting for us to turn and return to our king Ever He is present beside ...
The prodigal, all of us a lesson for our times in this day and age, a chastening in the telling ...
In the quest for possessions the things of this earth chasing the latest, the greatest As a country, as individuals ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- His Feathers wilted low -- The Claws that clung, like lifeless ...
When twenty-one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn't get up steam To welcome ...
There's sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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