La Priere de Nostre Dame (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
Ire per Ignes,Et gladios ausim. Neque ad hoc tamen ignibus ullis,Aut gladiis opus est; opus est mihi Crine. —Ovid. Met. ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;And such desire of Freedom has been shown,That ...
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon:The Blackbird sings along the sunny breezeHis ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;Rich breath ...
In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant; A furious High-Church man ...
Hello everybody, hell-frightfully-ho, Just tune your radios all in; I am the gent with the Oxford accentBBC Home Service calling.I'm ...
Come for the prizesAll are allotted, Leaving the ranks ofCut flowers and potted, ...
Air — "Vicar of Bray."A wind-bound exile far from home,While standing near th' unfathomed main,My eyes the far horizon roam,To ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
He often would ask us That, when he died, After playing so many To their last rest, If out of ...
a cold bright sun two days to christmas a first-quarter moon at a good vantage-point a small white coffin driven ...
[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation he was in one bright moonlight night led to the composition of this sweet ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Desponding Phillis was endu'd With ev'ry Talent of a Prude, She trembled when a Man drew near; Salute her, and ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Through every nook and every cranny The wind blew in on poor old Granny Around her knees, into each ear ...
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