Works

The sextant of the meetinouse, which sweepsAnd dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers,And lites the gas and...

It is well when you've lived in clover,To mourn for the days gone by,Would I live the same life overCould I live...

WRITTEN AT THE CASTLE OF DUBLIN, 1699My Lord,[1] to find out who must deal,Delivers cards about,But the first knave...

WRITTEN FOR THE HONOUR OF THE FAIR SEX. 1731Corinna, pride of Drury-Lane,For whom no shepherd sighs in vain;Never did...

No gift I bring but worship, and the loveWhich all must bear to lovely souls and pure,Those lights, that, when all...

For ever wave, for ever float and shineBefore my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mineWherein I dreamed that time was like...

As I near my lonely cottage,At the close of weary day,There's a little bit of gladnessComes to meet me on the...

Ah me! in ages far away,The good, the heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The...

Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace,In this licentious day;And while they boast they see thy face,They turn their own...

She's milking in the rain and dark,As did her mother in the past.The wretched shed of poles and bark,Rent by the...

Shipmate, leave the ghostly shadows,Where thy boon companions throng!We will put to sea togetherThrough the twilight...

Fly hence, pale care, no more rememberPast sorrows with the fled December,But let each pleasant cheek appearSmooth as...

With triumphs gay of old romance. - KEATS.PRELUDE.Why, dreams from dreams in dreams remembered! naughtSave this,...

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know...

R. L. Stevenson - The Muse Among the Motors (1900-1930)Now there is nothing wrong with meExcept, I think it's called...

Here a little child I standHeaving up my either hand;Cold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For...

South of the Line, inland from far Durban,A mouldering soldier lies - your countryman.Awry and doubled up are his...

It is a circumstance connected with the history of Nero, that every spring and summer, for many years after his...

May the man who has cruelly murdered his sire--A crime to be punished with death--Be condemned to eat garlic till he...

That crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing,...