A Dialogue At Fiesole (Alfred Austin Poems)
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
In little Gram Court lives old man Gram,The patriarch of the place;Where often you'll see his face,Eager and greedy, peering ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
(FOUNDED ON AIN OLD SCOTCH SONG.)OH , neighbours! what had I a-do for to marry!My wife she drinks possets and ...
Doomed to decay are all things here; Whate'er their form or worth,Color and beauty disappear, Or turn to mother earth.The luscious fruits ...
The sight of the coffee was good for sore eyes,For I have not learned yet its worth to despise;I welcomed ...
THE wraiths of murdered hopes and loves Come whispering at the door, Come creeping through the weeping mist That drapes ...
Mine dear Kaiser,--I'm telling you straight, Dat ve nefer can vin dis beeg fight, Dough de Faderland ...
Out of great wisdom, long stored up,I would write me a rune of the Melbourne Cup.Out of experience, grave and ...
When little Fanny came to town, I felt as I could sing!She were the sprackest little maid, the ...
To dreamy languors and the violet mistOf early Spring, the deep sequestered valeGives first her paling-blue Miamimist,Where blithely pours the ...
Sometimes the strident reds and burning blues,The raw vermillions and magenta huesAre all too harsh.they persecute our eyes.So then, like ...
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond Of a puddle ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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