The Viceroy. A Ballad. (Matthew Prior Poems)
Tune — "Lady Isabella's Tragedy." or "The Stepmother's cruelty."Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,Who heretofore did reignIn famed Hibernia, I will ...
Tune — "Lady Isabella's Tragedy." or "The Stepmother's cruelty."Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,Who heretofore did reignIn famed Hibernia, I will ...
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame ...
SAY, which ImmortalMerits the highest reward?With none contend I,But I will give itTo the aye-changing,Ever-movingWondrous daughter of Jove.His best-beloved offspring.Sweet ...
You have born in the lap of privation,Your childhood was useless strife,Today you dance, your eyes full of tears,To the ...
First she come to our house, Tommy run and hid; And Emily and Bob and me We cried jus' like we did When Mother ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
The loud winds rattled at the door-The shutters creaked and shook,While Eva, by the cottage hearth,Sat with abstracted look.With every ...
I.IT was a Highland chieftain's son Gazed sadly from the hill: And they saw him shrink from the autumn wind, ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some ...
She was an evil stepmother.In her old age she is slowly dyingin an empty hovel.She shudderslike a clutch of burnt ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
SAY, which Immortal Merits the highest reward? With none contend I, But I will give it To the aye-changing, Ever-moving ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
One picture puzzle piece Lyin' on the sidewalk, One picture puzzle piece Soakin' in the rain. It might be a ...
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