I, from a window where the Meuse… Looked eastward out to the Septem… The men that in the hopeless battl… Rose, and deployed, and stationed… A brumal army, vague and ordered l…
As a friend to the children commen… You will find it exactly the thing… It will carry and fetch, you can r… Or lead it about with a string. The Tartar who dwells on the plai…
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,
This diamond, Juliet, will adorn Ephemeral beauties yet unborn. While my strong verse, for ever ne… Shall still adorn immortal you.
My reading is extremely deep and w… And as our modern education goes’… Unique I think, and skilfully app… To Art and Industry and Autres C… Through many years of scholarly re…
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs i… And youth in Expectation. Youth i…
The Llama is a wooly sort of flee… With an indolent expression and an… Like an unsuccessful literary man. And I know the place he lives in… It is Ecuador, Brazil or Chile–…
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…
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…
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…
When I am dead, I hope it may be… ‘His sins were scarlet, but his bo…
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…
How did the party go in Portman S… I cannot tell you; Juliet was not… And how did Lady Gaster’s party g… Juliet was next me and I do not k…
A face Sir Joshua might have pain… Sir Joshua painted anything for p… And after all you’re painted every…
The mirror held your fair, my Fai… A fickle moment’s space. You looked into mine eyes, and the… For ever fixed your face. Keep rather to your looking-glass
