Bridegroom Dick (Herman Melville Poems)
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDYACT I.SCENE I. Field of Battle.Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers.Stephen. If shame can on ...
Ho! Brother, I'm a Britisher, A chip of heart of oak,That wouldn't warp or swerve or stir From what I thought or ...
I love to hear thine earnest voice,Wherever thou art hid,Thou testy little dogmatist,Thou pretty KatydidThou mindest me of gentlefolks,(Oliver Wendell ...
This homely bush doth to mine eyes exposeA very fair, yea, comely ruddy rose.This rose doth also bow its head ...
Pump the old harmonium in a back room.The kettle's on for tea at four o'clock.A man's to get born, who'll ...
Scud sprinted blind, rigging shrill aloftrumoured miles for kelson's haul or fellgale rang wicked an eighth bell their knellthey feared. ...
Resplendent as on that great morn he rose, When, from the inmost depth of heaven's immense, The bright eternal solitude ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
Fair Celia! when I prais'd your Charms,Your lovely Face and circling Arms;Your sparkling Eyes so full of Fire,That kindle at ...
Ah nuts! It's boring reading French newspapers in New York as if I were a Colonial waiting for my gin ...
Mon General, you sing a testy tune.Go back to 1940, May and June.Did you hear then a single sneer or ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
I never loved a dear Gazelle-- Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, But why ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain, Lest sorrow lend me ...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me ...
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