To Cynthia, On A Mistresse For His Rivals (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Can I not have a Mistresse of my owne, But that as soone ...
Can I not have a Mistresse of my owne, But that as soone ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
O YE ancient and undisturbed Armenian plains of kind mornings,And ye, golden fields, rich orchards, and pastures smiling with life,Ye ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
October 14: 1066'Gyrth, is it dawn in the sky that I see? or is all the sky blood?Heavy and sore ...
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
IYes, yes, dear love! I am dead!Dead to you!Dead to the world!Dead for ever!It was one young night in May.The ...
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
There's another gorn to glory!Damn and blast these blinkin' 'Uns!Where's our damn retaliation?What's the matter wiv the guns?If they'd only ...
What time in summer, sad with so much light, The sun beats ceaselessly upon the fields; The harvesters, ...
SAILORYou, who have compassed land and sea, Now all unburied lie;All vain your store of human lore, For you were ...
O'er the sad threshold, where the cypress bough Supplants the rose that should adorn thy home, On the last pilgrimage ...
Sunk 15th April, 1912 Requiescat in Pace How shall we honour the unburied dead? Shall we go forth with loud ...
Oh, the long dawn, the weary, endless dawn, When sleep's oblivion is torn away From love that died ...
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up ...
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