The Empty Purse–A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son (George Meredith Poems)
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
CHORUS Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho! ...
Made at the ' Cock.' Alfred, headwaiter at the ' Cock ' * Where nowadays I dine, Go fetch me ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
From the indigo straits to Ossian's seas, on pink and orange sands washed by the vinous sky, crystal boulevards have ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,So that its juices, red and blithe, May ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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