Jubilate Agno: Fragment A (Christopher Smart Poems)
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb.Nations, and languages, and every Creature, ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb.Nations, and languages, and every Creature, ...
Tway Mice, full Blythe and Amicable,Batten beside Erle Robert's Table.Lies there ne Trap their Necks to catch,Ne old black Cat ...
I am not yet born; O hear me.Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or theclub-footed ...
Through the dark aisles of the woodWhere the pine-needles deaden all soundAnd the dove flutters in the black boughsThrough twilit ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
All day and every day, Upon a hawthorn spray, Early and late, A redbreast robin sings, And flirts his nut-brown ...
Dinner-time? said Gilbert White,"Yes, yes mdash; certainly mdash; all right.Just let me finish this noteAbout the Lesser White-bellied Stoat."(Edmund Clerihew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
In Hayfield I imagine not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits but a Spitfire's sunk fuselage has smoked ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
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