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Ye Bards in all your thousand dens,Great souls with fewer pence than pens,Sublime adorers of Apollo,With folios full,...

Where the rails converge to the station yardShe stands one moment, breathing hard,And then, with a snort and a clang...

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

I knew that a baby was hid in the house;Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry,But the husband went tiptoeing round...

All that a man can say of woman's charms,Mine eyes have spoken and my lips have toldTo you a thousand times. Your...

They walked the valley of the dead;Lit by a weird half light;No sound they made, no word they said;And they were pale...

Ah, London! London! our delight,Great flower that opens but at night,Great City of the Midnight Sun,Whose day begins...

Read at a meeting of the Massachusetts Historical Society.No! never such a draught was pouredSince Hebe served with...

OCTOBER, 1746MR. THOMAS PRINCE loquitur.A fleet with flags arrayedSailed from the port of Brest,And the Admiral's...

I had no where to go,I had no money to spend:"O come with me," the Beaver said,"I live at the world's end.""Does the...

"I love the Lady of Merle," he said."She is not for thee!" her suitor cried.And in the valley the lovers foughtBy the...

Who carries the gun?A lad from over the Tweed.Then let him go, for well we knowHe comes of a soldier breed.So drink...

It is the Police Commissioners,All on a winter's day;And they to prove the town waterHave set themselves away.They...

Into the woods my Master went,Clean forspent, forspent.Into the woods my Master came,Forspent with love and shame.But...

Two knights rode forth at early dawnA-seeking maids to wed,Said one, "My lady must be fair,With gold hair on her...

There is too much beauty upon this earthFor lonely men to bear,Too many eyes, too enchanted skies,Too many things too...

Into the woods my Master went,Clean forspent, forspent.Into the woods my Master came,Forspent with love and shame.But...

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

[1]WRITTEN IN AUGUST, 1702IOnce on a time, as old stories rehearse,A friar would need show his talent in Latin;But...

DawnOn skies still and starlitWhite lustres take hold,And grey flushes scarlet,And red flashes gold.And sun-glories...