The Authors: A Satire (Richard Savage Poems)
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
Insensible of soft desire,Behold Colemira proveMore partial to the kitchen fireThan to the fire of Love.Night's sable clouds had half ...
Love and thy vain employs, awayFrom this too oft deluded breast!No longer will I court thy stay,To be my bosom's ...
I heard this day, as I may no more,The world's heart throb at my workshop door.The sun was keen, and ...
These children of the sun which summer bringsAs pastoral minstrels in her merry trainPipe rustic ballads upon busy wingsAnd glad ...
The railroader's sons strum their guitars in the shade:Their sensitive fingers pluck a sad old tune.Silver planes zoom through quiet ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,And the breezes come bringing ...
I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer. . .Softer than fluff of cotton. . .Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
I Who would be A merman gay, Singing alone, Sitting alone, With a mermaid's knee, For instance--hey-- For a throne? ...
Sitting alone in the hush of the bamboo grove I thrum my lute and whistle lingering notes. In the secrecy ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
The Porch was blazoned with geranium bloom; Myrtle and jasmine meadows lit the lea; With rose and violet the vale's ...
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