The Sinner and The Spider (John Bunyan Poems)
Sinner.What black, what ugly crawling thing art thou?Spider.I am a spider-------Sinner.A spider, ay, also a filthy creature.Spider.Not filthy as thyself ...
Sinner.What black, what ugly crawling thing art thou?Spider.I am a spider-------Sinner.A spider, ay, also a filthy creature.Spider.Not filthy as thyself ...
'Twas said, by those of old, Beware,Consider well before you swear.The Counsel's good without dispute,And ev'ry prudent Man will do't.But, ...
Hans Carvel, impotent and old,Married a lass of London mould.Handsome? Enough; extremely gay;Loved music, company, and play:High flights she had, ...
To the tune of King John and the Abbot of Canterbury.Who has e'er been at Paris must needs know the ...
1.Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;Throw me upon thy Tripod, till ...
My little bird, how canst thou sitAnd sing amidst so many thorns?Let me a hold upon thee get,My love with ...
By something form'd, I nothing am,Yet everything that you can name;In no place have I ever been,Yet everywhere I may ...
The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain;Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain.Come, thief, tell me ...
Thou simple bird, what makes thou here to play?Look, there's the fowler, pr'ythee come away.Do'st not behold the net? Look ...
The pride of every grove I chose,The violet sweet and lily fair,The dappled pink and blushing rose,To deck my charming ...
Cord. Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyesSpeak thee a martyr to love's cruelties,Whither away?Amor. What pitying voice I hear,Calls back ...
Hence, away, vindictive thought;Thy pictures are of pain;The visions through thy dark eye caught,They with no gentle charms are fraught,So ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit bits stolen? ...
I.Thyrsis. Simple Damon! tell me whyDost thou not reveal thy anguish,But in Silence pine and languish?To thy self an Enemy.If she ...
Must we unto the pismire go to school,To learn of her in summer to provideFor winter next ensuing. Man's a ...
I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies.In sure and certain hopes — the prelate cries:Of these two ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common-sense, Thou foil to Flecknoe, pr'ythee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit ...
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
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