The Hasty Pudding (Joel Barlow Poems)
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
A POEM IN THREE CANTOS Canto I Ye Alps audacious, through the heavens that rise,To cramp the day and hide me from ...
THE Banker's dinner is the stateliest feastThe town has heard of for a year, at least;The sparry lustres shed their ...
There is a bird I know so well, It seems as if he must have sung Beside my crib when I was ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
I stood in the street in the noontide, precisely at midday time,For the loud-mouthed bells of the G.P.O. had that ...
Between the Road and the HarborIt is a little graveyard in a small island village, and it liesbetween the blue ...
I. A palace, and a king within;- Hail, potent monarch! Hail, King Gin! Open stands his palace door; Ready access ...
The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat, The senile, ledger-haunted hours,The knowledge that my freeman's vote Is humbly cast to ...
Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is in town again, "Our Mr Trim," you know, debonair and neat;Landed here this morning on ...
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild - Church and ...
the German hotel was very strange and expensive and haddouble doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over-looked ...
It's certainly late. I must earn something.But they're all going right by today with smug expressions on theirfaces.They don't want ...
A FABLEWhen beasts by words their meanings could declare,Some well-dressed men and women did repairTo gaze upon two monkeys at ...
(From the translation by Aubrey Beardsley)Carmen CIPast towns, states, deserts, hills and rivers borneBy the first plane, brother, I've come ...
For whom the possessed sea littered, on both shores, Ruinous arms; being fired, and for good, To sound the constitution ...
The rich man at the end of his days ignoring the needs of his fellows sitting well-dressed in Hell the ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Tired and unhappy, you think of houses Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening, While snow's white pieces fall past ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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