Ballade Of Modest Confession (Hilaire Belloc Poems)
My reading is extremely deep and wide;And as our modern education goes-Unique I think, and skilfully appliedTo Art and Industry ...
My reading is extremely deep and wide;And as our modern education goes-Unique I think, and skilfully appliedTo Art and Industry ...
MY cure of souls, my cage of brutes,Go lick and learn at these my boots!When tainted highways tear a hole,I ...
Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,And silk octavos, bound in brown ...
Johannes, son of Gilbert, born At Warren Magna, com. Wigorn., Till one-and-twenty simple John, Cast his eyes on Alison ; ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife,Upon my word I do not heed 'em; ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine,Warm without Sun, and shady without rain,Fann'd by an air, that scarsly bent ...
AMONG the crowd, one, with a gayer face Than most, came swaggering; the Sabine Bard, The Roman Priest of Song, ...
"DOWN in the bleak December bay The ghostly vessel stands away; Her spars and halyards white with ice, Under the ...
Dear Miller: You and I despise The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, Be they but sixteen-mos in ...
A precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis -To meet an Antique Book -In just the Dress his Century wore -A ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed ...
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: That when the ...
At school I never gained a prize, Proving myself the model ass; Yet how I watched the wistful eyes, And ...
In youth when oft my muse was dumb, My fancy nighly dead, To make my inspiration come I stood upon ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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