My Own Character (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.'Tis a pitiful ...
Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.'Tis a pitiful ...
Part the FirstItt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;And ...
FRAGMENT I.--PROLOGUE. Dans nos vastes cit?s, par le sort partag?s, Sous deux injustes lois les hommes sont rang?s: Les uns, ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
A miller had three sons, And, on his dying day, He willed that all he owned should be ...
In the spirit's solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sunAlong the yellow walls of summer.Quietly whisper the steps ...
Non, je ne l'aime plus; un autre la poss?de. On s'accoutume au mal que l'on voit sans rem?de. De ses ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
IObserve the loving mother bird,Up in the spreading tree, Correct with stern but loving word, Her tender chickadee. The feathered ...
Blanche et douce colombe, aimable prisonni?re, Quel injuste ennemi te cache ? la lumi?re? Je t'ai vue aujourd'hui (que le ...
The criminal of other daysWas tortured in outlandish ways;Upon the rack they'd break his backOr at the stake they'd burn ...
Made in the image of the creator inherent dignity for each person loved into creation each made by the hand ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
This is not a recording, circa 1998 of the Cologne Chamber Orchestra conducted by Helmut Muller-Bruhl but the orchestra themselves, ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome Was quite a fistful as a kid; For when I visited his home, That ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
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