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WHERE be ye going, you Devon ma… And what have ye there i’ the bask… Ye tight little fairy, just fresh… Will ye give me some cream if I a… I love your meads, and I love you…
The church bells toll a melancholy… Calling the people to some other p… Some other gloominess, more dreadf… More harkening to the sermon’s hor… Surely the mind of man is closely…
The church bells toll a melancholy… Calling the people to some other p… Some other gloominess, more dreadf… More hearkening to the sermon’s ho… Surely the mind of man is closely…
The day is gone, and all its sweet… Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand… Warm breath, light whisper, tender… Bright eyes, accomplished shape, a… Faded the flower and all its budde…
O golden-tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…
ST. AGNES’ EVE—Ah, bitter chi… The owl, for all his feathers, was… The hare limp’d trembling through… And silent was the flock in woolly… Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers,…
How many bards gild the lapses of… A few of them have ever been the f… Of my delighted fancy,—I could br… Over their beauties, earthly, or s… And often, when I sit me down to…
Love in a hut, with water and a cr… Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ash… Love in a palace is perhaps at las… More grievous torment than a hermi… That is a doubtful tale from faery…
Where’s the Poet? show him! show… Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the beggar-clan
BEFORE he went to feed with owl… Nebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream, Worse than an Hus’if’s when she t… Made a Naumachia for mice and rat… So scared, he sent for that 'Good…
There is a charm in footing slow a… Where patriot battle has been foug… There is a pleasure on the heath w… Where mantles grey have rustled by… There is a joy in every spot made…
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Untill I cry out “hold, enough!” You may do so sans objection Till the day of resurrection: For, bless my beard, they aye shal…
And what is love? It is a doll dr… For idleness to cosset, nurse, and… A thing of soft misnomers, so divi… That silly youth doth think to mak… Divine by loving, and so goes on
What though, for showing truth to… Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet… In his immortal spirit, been as fr… As the sky-searching lark, and as… Minion of grandeur! think you he d…
This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines so freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full-hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…