Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto X (Edward Benlowes Poems)
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
WHAT doest thou here, fair rose, on rocky shore Opening thy pure and scented breast to blushIn these rude wilds, ...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
Beneath my window in a city street A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim And only half believed: the ...
I like Artemus Ward, that quaint Rough, sturdy, antiquated Showman,Who travell'd Yankee-land to paint The social ills in man and ...
Do your bit! How cheap and trite Seems that phrase in such a fight! "Do your bit!" That ...
Forever: 'tis a single word! Our rude forefathers deemed it two:Can you imagine so absurd A view?"Forever"! What ...
I cannot tell thee, Sweet, what tenderness Flows from my heart, through chequered hopes and fears-- What mournful gladness and ...
AIRY, fairy Lillian,What a naughty thing to do,By noon had read a LauraLibbey paper novel through.By four o'clock anotherTale of ...
Flushed faces of the younglike miniatures hungupon grey walls of silence,the smoke of myriad cigarettesweaves through the hushed regretsand lulls ...
Standing under the fobbed Impendent belly of Time Tell me the truth, I said, Teach me the way things go. ...
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
'Tis Nancy's birth-day--raise your strains, Ye nymphs of the Parnassian plains, And sing with more than usual glee To Nancy, ...
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
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