The Glance (Francis Beaumont Poems)
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endureFrom the next glance a double calentureOf fire and lust! Two flames, two ...
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endureFrom the next glance a double calentureOf fire and lust! Two flames, two ...
The rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills Ran and sparkled down each side of the road Under the catkins ...
When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I,Nursed upon England's flowery wealds,Seeking no tithe of treasured yields, Drop sudden ...
The roof comes down on Maruti's head.Nobody seems to mind.Least of all Maruti himselfMay be he likes a temple better ...
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof even this ...
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
"Ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars; see that ye not be troubles; all these things must come ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
THE rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills Ran and sparkled down each side of the road Under the catkins ...
I'm just a mediocre man Of no high-brow pretence; A comfortable life I plan With care and commonsense. I do ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
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