During a late election Lord Roehampton strained a vocal chord From shouting, very loud and high, To lots and lots of people why The Budget in his own opin–
I’m tired of Love: I’m still more… But Money gives me pleasure all t…
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…
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…
Here richly, with ridiculous displ… The Politician’s corpse was laid… While all of his acquaintance snee… I wept: for I had longed to see h… Another on the Same
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 world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse.
I will not try to reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton’s tiny docks of stone. But I will sit beside the fire,
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies benea…
Rise up, and do begin the day’s ad… The Summer dark is but the dawn o… The last of sunset fades into the… The morning calls you from the dar… The holy mist, the white mist of t…
The Scorpion is as black as soot, He dearly loves to bite; He is a most unpleasant brute To find in bed at night.
A face Sir Joshua might have pain… Sir Joshua painted anything for p… And after all you’re painted every…
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…
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
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