Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the s… You never shall have good words fr… Caritas non conturbat me. But Catholic men that live upon w…

Who ran away from his Nurse and w… There was a Boy whose name was Ji… His Friends were very good to him… They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and… And slices of delicious Ham,

The moon on the one hand, the dawn… The moon is my sister, the dawn is… The moon on my left and the dawn o… My brother, good morning: my siste…

D: The Dreadful Dinotherium he Will have to do his best for D. The early world observed with awe His back, indented like a saw. His look was gay, his voice was st…

The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse.

May all my enemies go to hell, Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.

November is that historied Empero… Conquered in age, but foot to foot… Who from his refuge high has heard… Of squadrons in pursuit, and now,… Stirrups the storm and calls the w…

It happened to Lord Lundy then, As happens to so many men: Towards the age of twenty-six, They shoved him into politics; In which profession he commanded

Hoar Time about the house betakes… Seeking an entry for his weariness… And in that dreadful company distr… And the sad night with silent foot… On my poor fire the brands are sca…

The soldier month, the bulwark of… That never more shall hear such vi… He stands apparent with his heaven… And helmeted of grand Etruscan go… Our harvest is the bounty he has w…

Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slo… His hair is lank and made of tow. And here we have the Alpine Race:

Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness… And all at once were Juliet.

The Bison is vain, and (I write i… The Door-mat you see on his head Is not, as some learned professors… The opulent growth of a genius’ br… But is sewn on with needle and thr…

The winter moon has such a quiet c… That all the winter nights are dum… She drives the gradual dark with d… And dreams go wandering from her d… Because the nights are silent, do…

Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding,