The Dunciad: Book II. (Alexander Pope Poems)
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
As still, with Hope's delusion gay,AMANTOR traced his devious way,A stately Palace rose to view;The walls were gold ...
I sit, unconscious of all things around,And look into my soul. Within it farThere is an image, dim and indistinct.Of ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
LO! what descending cherub, robed in light,With dazzling beams o'erwhelms the sight?Is it a Genius of th' etherial spheres?Or Angel ...
FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet. Pity makes pride, and hate ...
Here the tides flow,And here they ebb;Not with that dull, unsinewed tread of watersHeld under bonds to moveAround unpeopled shores-Moon-driven ...
I hear them speak of a Fed'ral siteWhere shall arise a city bright -Mother, where is this bonzer spot?Shall we ...
DICKENS"The only book that the party had was a volume of Dickens. During the six months that they lay in ...
THE creeds he wrought of dream and thought Fall from him at the touch of life, His old gods fail ...
I have allowed my family to scatter,All those who were my dearest to depart,And once again an age-long lonelinessComes in ...
THE steam, the reek, the fume, of prayer Blown outward for a million years, Becomes a mist between the spheres, ...
SOFT-LITTERED is the new-year's lambing-fold, And in the hollowed haystack at its side The shepherd lies o' nights now, wakeful-eyed ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
Access Road Fifteen they named it this anonymous road to the Waipakihi where its brawling water becomes Tongariro. A moment's ...
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, Where one found Lancelot ...
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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