The Triumph Of Woman (Robert Southey Poems)
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Oh how I'd be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind ...
What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory ...
I'd been on duty from two till four. I went and stared at the dug-out door. Down in the frowst ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Some inherit manly beauty, Some come into worldly wealth; Some have lofty sense of duty, Others boast exultant health. Though ...
Said Jones: "I'm glad my wife's not clever; Her intellect is second-rate. If she was witty she would never Give ...
'Tis hard to hang a husky lad When larks are in the sky; It hurts when daffydills are glad To ...
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
HOW I could see through and through you! So unconscious, tender, kind, More than ever was known to you Of ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
You strop my anger, especially when I find you in restaurant or bar and pay for the same liquid, coming ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame To extend all boundaries To fog ...
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, And Folly too; for if ...
Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various, So listen, ...
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