Down-Hall. A Ballad. (Matthew Prior Poems)
Tune. — "King John and the Abbot of Canterbury."I sing not old Jason who travell'd through GreeceTo kiss the fair ...
Tune. — "King John and the Abbot of Canterbury."I sing not old Jason who travell'd through GreeceTo kiss the fair ...
1Memory, be still! why throng upon the thoughtThese scenes deep-stain'd with Sorrow's sable dye?Hast thou in store no joy-illumined draught,To ...
'She shall marry me yet,' he smiling said -Smiling, and under his breath - but redAs flame his dark cheek ...
Whether dispensing hope, and easeTo the pale victim of disease,Or in the social crowd you sit,And charm the group with ...
THE ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST CANTOSir Hudibras his passing worth,The manner how he sallied forth;His arms and equipage are shown;His ...
Whither, oh! whither must the Christian turn?From whom in this momentous Crisis learn?When shall the Church from worldly Pomps be ...
PART FIRST.Sweet Frankie lives in Elfindale;Where all the flowers are fair, and frail(Like her fair self,) a slender fairy,And like ...
Argument:The King was in the parlor, counting out his money:The Queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey:The Maid ...
Argument:The Queen of Hearts,She made some tartsAll on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts,He stole those tartsAnd carried them away!The ...
I: ENGLANDThere lies an isle, a splendour of the seaHaunting as Babylon, illustrious as Rome:A race of Saxon freemen there ...
My friend has left me, he has gone away;Before his time-so long before-he went.Bright was the dawn of his unended ...
ADAM and EVE's unhappy, sinful, Race,Late heirs apparent of the fiery lake,To you, great joy is come — your sorrows ...
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
'Ceste insignefable et tragicque comedie' RABELMS.IThe sun was down, and twilight greyFilled half the air; but in the room,Whose curtain ...
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.When princely Hamilton's abodeEnnobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,And ...
A TALE OF THE PENAL COLONY OF WEST AUSTRALIA."I'LL have it, I tell you! Curse you!-there!"The long knife glittered, was ...
Your naturally beautiful reflection will gain entry into the clear waters of theGambhira River, as into a clear mind. Therefore ...
I had not found the road too short,As once I had in days of youth,In that old forest of long ...
From that lone lake the sweetest of the chainThat links the mountain to the mighty main,Fresh from the rock and ...
. IN THE BACKS. As I was strolling lonely in the Backs, I met a woman whom I did not like. I did not like the way the woman walked: Loose-hipped, big-boned, disjointed, angular. If her anatomy comprised a waist, I did not notice it: she had a face With eyes and lips adjusted thereunto, But round her mouth no pleasing shadows stirred, Nor did her eyes invite a second glance. Her dress was absolutely colourless, Devoid of taste or shape or character; Her boots were rather old, and rather large, And rather shabby, not precisely matched. Her hair was very far from beautiful And not abundant: she had such a hat As neither merits nor expects remark. She was not clever, I am very sure, Nor witty nor amusing: well-informed She may have been, and kind, perhaps, of heart; But gossip was writ plain upon her face. And so she stalked her dull unthinking way; Or, if she thought of anything, it was That such a one had got a second class, Or Mrs So-and-So a second child. I did not want to see that girl again: I did not like her: and I should not mind If she were done away with, killed, or ploughed. She did not seem to serve a useful end: And certainly she was not beautiful.. ON THE KING'S PARADE. As I was waiting for the tardy tram, I met what purported to be a man. What seemed to pass for its material frame, The semblance of a suit of clothes had on, Fit emblem of the grand sartorial art And worthy of a more sublime abode. Its coat and waistcoat were of weird design Adapted to the fashion's latest whim. I think it wore an Athenæum tie. White flannels draped its too ethereal limbs And in its vacant eye there glared a glass. In vain for this poor derelict of flesh, Void of the spirit it was built to house, Have classic poets tuned their deathless lyre, Astute historians fingered mouldering sheets And reared a palace of sententious truth. In vain has y been added unto x, In vain the mighty decimal unrolled, Which strives indefinitely to be π In vain the palpitating frog has groaned Beneath the licensed knife: in vain for this The surreptitious corpse been disinterred And forced, amid the disinfectant fumes, To yield its secrets to philosophy. In vain the stress and storm of politics Beat round this empty head: in vain the priest Pronounces loud anathemas: the fool In vain remarks upon the fact that God Is missing in the world of his belief. Vain are the problems whether space, or time, Or force, or matter can be said to be: Vain are the mysteries of Melchisedec, And vain Methuselah's unusual years. It had a landlady I make no doubt; A friend or two as vacant as itself; A kitchen-bill; a thousand cigarettes; A dog which knew it for the fool it was. Perhaps it was a member of the Union, Who votes as often as he does not speak, And "recommends" as wildly as he spells. Its income was as much beyond its merits As less than its inane expenditure. Its conversation stood to common sense As stands the Sporting Times (its favourite print) To wit or humour. It was seldom drunk, But seldom sober when it went to bed. The mean contents of these superior clothes Were they but duly trained by careful hands, And castigated with remorseless zeal, Endowed with purpose, gifted with a mind, And taught to work, or play, or talk, or laugh, Might possibly aspire—I do not know— To pass, in time, for what they dare to scorn, An ordinary undergraduate. What did this thing crawling 'twixt heaven and earth, Amid the network of our grimy streets? What end was it intended to subserve, What lowly mission fashioned to neglect? It did not seem to wish for a degree, And what its object was I do not know, Unless it was to catch the tardy tram. (James Kenneth Stephen)
XLVI'Sir King,' quoth she, 'my name Clorinda hight,My fame perchance has pierced your ears ere now,I come to try my ...
I know of no profession 'Mong profane or divine, Excelling in its mission The power embraced in mine. It reaches earth and heaven Through heart ...
I At any moment love unheraldedComes, and is king. Then as, with a fallOf frost, the buds upon the hawthorn ...
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
IThe train! The twleve o'clock for paradise. Hurry, or it will try to creep away.Out in the country every one is ...
COME, thou vile wretch, thou veteran in sin,With faith and tears, come to the Son of God!'Tis He, the Son ...
Description of Peru, and of its Productions—Virtues of the People;and of their Monarch, ATALIBA —His love for ALZIRA —Their Nup-tials ...
DEEP in a solitary glen,Far from the cheerful haunts of men;By poverty opprest, and taughtThe lonely task of silent thought,A ...
The Benedictine EchardSat by the wayside well,Where Marsberg sees the bridalOf the Sarre and the Moselle.Fair with its sloping vineyardsAnd ...
My dear Relation, and the Friend I love,You've put to me a question I approve:I therefore think myself in duty ...
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