Julia was careless, and withal She rather took than got a fall, The wanton ambler chanc'd to see Part of her legs' sincerity: And ravish'd thus, it came to pass, The nag (like to the prophet's ass)...
Dew sate on Julia's hair, And spangled too, Like leaves that laden are With trembling dew; Or glitter'd to my sight, As when the beams Have their reflected light Danced by the streams.
Maggot frequents those houses of good-cheer, Talks most, eats most, of all the feeders there. He raves through lean, he rages through the fat, (What gets the master of the meal by that?)...
Apollo sings, his harp resounds: give room, For now behold the golden pomp is come, Thy pomp of plays which thousands come to see With admiration both of them and thee....
Soon did he Almighty Giver of all rest Take those dear young Ones to a fearless nest; And in Death's arms has long reposed the Friend For whom this simple Register was penned....
To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see; And so he may, if he'll be rul'd by me; Let but Pink's face i' th' looking-glass be shown, And Pink may paint the devil's by his own.
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed; And in the Senate some there were who doffed The last of their humanity, and scoffed At providential judgments, undismayed By their own daring. But the People prayed...
One of the five straight branches of my hand Is lop'd already, and the rest but stand Expecting when to fall, which soon will be; First dies the leaf, the bough next, next the tree.
While all Europe is a shambles And the whole world is at war, And half the land the sun shines on Is drenched in human gore; When every Nation counts the men It knows are tried and true...
Ever before my face there went Betwixt earth's buds and me A beauty beyond earth's content, A hope - half memory: Till in the woods one evening - Ah! eyes as dark as they,...
Now the busy screw is churning, Now the horrid sirens blow; Now are India's guests returning Home from India's Greatest Show; Now the gleeful Asiatic Speeds them on their wild career,...
Lyke some choise booke thou arte toe mee, Bound all so daintilie; And 'neath the covers faire Are contents true and rare. Ne wolde I looke Ne reade inne any other booke...
Were I a murm'ring ocean shell Pressed close against your ear, My constant whisperings would tell A story sweet to hear. I'd make the message from the sea Love's tidings on the shore,...
Take all the love that e'er was told Since first the world began, Increase it twenty thousand-fold (If mathematics can), Add all the love the world shall see Till Gabriel's final call,...
I send you two kisses Wrapped up in a rhyme; From Love's warm abysses I send you two kisses; If one of them misses Please wait till next time, And I'll send you three kisses...
In times of old, when Time was young, And poets their own verses sung, A verse would draw a stone or beam, That now would overload a team; Lead 'em a dance of many a mile,...