An Epistle To Sir John Blount City: London (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
Oh, such a funny August house-- It really was like a zoo, For animals roamed in all the rooms (Even a kangaroo); Such sociable, ...
Argument:As I was going to Saint IvesI met seven wives.Every wife had seven sacks;Every sack had seven cats;Every cat had ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
BEHOLD, unto myself I said,This place how dull and desolate,For lovely thoughts how all unmeet,This drear and darksome London street.Above, ...
Tell you I chyll, If that ye wyll A whyle be styll, Of a comely gyll That dwelt on a hyll: But she is not ...
My little story, Cousin Rufus said,Is not so much a story as a fact.It is about a certain willful boy--An ...
Mr. Wren and his dear began early one year,-They were married, of course, on St. Valentine's day,-To build such a ...
The April house was near a pond; It was made of reeds and of rushes, All helter-skelter and out of kelter, And ringed ...
FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna, from thelake that never fails,Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway'sintervales;There, in ...
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACEOld friend, kind friend! lightly downDrop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!Never be thy ...
After the Danish of Christian WinterWhere, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,In its little Christian city stands ...
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
NATHANIEL.Father! here father! I have found a horse-shoe!Faith it was just in time, for t'other nightI laid two straws across ...
De times is mighty stirrin' 'mong de people up ouah way, Dey 'sputin' an' dey argyin' an' fussin' night an' day; An' ...
I DREW it from its china tomb;- It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume That ...
WRITTEN FOR THIS COLLECTION.FREIGHTED with passengers of every sort,A motley throng, thou leav'st the busy port.Thy long and ample deck, ...
Should I get married? Should I be Good?Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?Don't take ...
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;Cows weren't allowed in ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,Reclined in my jinrikishaw;Across the rolling plains I sawThe lordly ...
"Call that a yarn!" said old Tom Pugh, "What rot! I'll lay my hatI'll sling you a yarn worth more nor ...
THE dismal news ran through the land of Moush:"Here comes the Khan Long Timour, fierce and fell,The despot grim who ...
Dear Saint Patrick, this is Peggy,Or maybe it's Pegeen to you,Well, I'm really Stella Mae.Peggy's my nickname,But anyway, will you ...
IOut of the reaches of illimitable nightThe blazing planet grew, and forc'd to lifeUnending cycles of progressive strifeAnd strange mutations ...
CAPE ARUNDEL, KENNEBUNKPORT, MAINE.JUST back from a beach of sand and shells,And shingle the tides leave oozy and dank,Summer and ...
IThe child disturbs our view. Tow-head bent, shestands on one leg and folds up the other. She is listeningto the ...
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