The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
IN Vulgar Minds what Errors do arise! How diff'ring are the Notions, they possess, From theirs, whom better Sense ...
Fortune well-Pictur'd on a rolling Globe, With waving Locks, and thin transparent Robe, A Man beholding, to his Neighbor cry'd, ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground;Whilst all were mov'd, who their Attention ...
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;Whose Map no Voyager cou'd ...
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;Whose Map no Voyager cou'd ...
Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what RuleI am alone forbid to play the foolTo follow through the ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
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