Death And Daphne (Jonathan Swift Poems)
Death went upon a solemn dayAt Pluto's hall his court to pay;The phantom having humbly kiss'dHis grisly monarch's sooty fist,Presented ...
Death went upon a solemn dayAt Pluto's hall his court to pay;The phantom having humbly kiss'dHis grisly monarch's sooty fist,Presented ...
He shows a fool in every wiseWho day and night forever hiesFrom feast to feat to fill his paunchAnd make ...
He makes the Eagles and Ocelots dance with him!Come to see the Huexotzinca:On the dais of the Eagle he shouts ...
"How many have gone?" was the question of oldEre Time our bright ring of its jewels bereft;Alas! for too often ...
WISE men use days as husbandmen use bees,And steal rich drops from every pregnant hour;Others, like wasps on blossomed apple-trees,Find ...
As the Chameleon, who is knownTo have no colours of his own,But borrows from his neighbour's hueHis white or black, ...
Well dost thou ask me in thy friendly Lays,How in this factious Place I spend my Days:Why briefly thus; as ...
"Greetings, traveler, until you return to your homeland take heed; don't forget me..."I've never kissed a man. And my voice - like ...
YOU say you envy in your calm retreatOur social Meetings;--'tis with joy we meet.In these our parties you are pleased ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
In Fanscomb Barn (who knows not Fanscomb Barn?) Seated between the sides of rising Hills, Whose airy Tops o'erlook the ...
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
ISword in length a reaping-hook amainHarald sheared his field, blood up to shank:'Mid the swathes of slain,First at moonrise drank.IIThereof ...
Over the yearsI've stored up in my heartAll dawns and forenoons,Woods and mountains, plains and streams,The tropics and exotic flowers ...
I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses' Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream; I drink the gall ...
Vulcan, contrive me such a cup As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers, Where Youth resorts, but come to me, For mine's a garden of faded ...
Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond ...
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