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 ...
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
God.See Chance. Providence.Know first, that Heav'n, and Earth's compacted Frame,And flowing Waters, and the starry Flame,And both the radiant Lights ...
You can shuffle and scuffle and scold, You can rattle the knockers and knobs,Or batter the doorsteps with buckets of gold Till ...
The summer of nineteen eighteenI read The Jungle and TheResearch Magnificent. That fallMy father died and my auntTook me to ...
Bury'd alive I dwell (Like a defiled Vestall) in a cell: This habitation is Better, then Hell: Here solitude I kisse, And mende what is ...
When Miriam Tazewell heard the tempest burstingAnd his wrathy whips across the sky drawn cracklingShe stuffed her ears for fright ...
A gambler born was young BasilHis finances were all of a latherA wayward boy, but his mother's joyAnd likewise, the ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
" Well ! "" Here we are ! "" You call to mind the clown who used to speak, His ...
Our Mr. Jiggs was certainly an estimable youth,A pillar of propriety, a champion of truth;He had a good position in ...
Why do we lie'Why do we lie,' she questioned, her warm eyeson the grey Autumn wind and its coursing,'all afternoon ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet—ah, yet, how swift and tenderMy thoughts go back in time's dull ...
In deep dejection, but with affection,I often think of those pleasant times,In the days of Fraser, ere I touched a ...
Animal crackers and cocoa to drink,That is the finest of suppers I think;When I'm grown up and can have what ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
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