Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
(Isaiah, xii.1) I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger's turn'd away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
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