An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
IThe day is o'er and twilight's shade,Is darkening forest, glen and glade;It steals within the old church door,And casts its ...
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hearThe news that's going round,On the head of bold Ned KellyThey have placed two ...
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
O HEAR a wondrous shdory Vot soundet like romance, How Breitmann mit four Uhlans Vas dake de town of Nantz. ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died-Two days! And the earth still raw above him.And I was sweeping the ...
When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas ...
IThe folks in Section A Who watch a problem play Of the kind C. F. imports for Ethel Barrymore Will ...
"O MEN of dark and dismal fate," A prey to typographic terrors,O you who labor long and late, ...
To sit and dream in a shady nook While the phantom clouds roll by; To con some long-remembered ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
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