Ill fares the land to hast’ning il… Where wealth accumulates and men d… But how much more unfortunate are… Where wealth declines and populati… (1)This line is execrable; and I…
I call you bad, my little child, Upon the title page, Because a manner rude and wild Is common at your age. The Moral of this priceless work
Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
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…
In woods so long time bare Cuckoo! Up and in the wood, I know not wh… Two notes fall. Yet I do not envy him at all
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,
This diamond, Juliet, will adorn Ephemeral beauties yet unborn. While my strong verse, for ever ne… Shall still adorn immortal you.
Most Holy Night, that still dost… The keys of all the doors of sleep… To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them
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 Whale that wanders round the… Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish; But you may cut his blubber up
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…
The Kings come riding back from t… The purple Kings and all their mo… They fill the street with clamorou… The Kings have broken down the Sa… Singing a great song of the easter…
To exalt, enthrone, establish and… To welcome home mankind’s mysterio… Wine, true begetter of all arts th… Wine, privilege of the completely… Wine the recorder; wine the sagely…
Three Graces; and the mother were… But for profounder meaning in her…
There is a wall of which the stone… Are lies and bribes and dead men’s… And wrongfully this evil wall Denies what all men made for all, And shamelessly this wall surround…
