Can I not sin, but thou wilt be My private protonotary? Can I not woo thee to pass by A short and sweet iniquity? I’ll cast a mist and cloud upon
White founts falling in the courts… And the Soldan of Byzantium is sm… There is laughter like the fountai… It stirs the forest darkness, the… It curls the blood—red crescent, t…
Old Parson Beanes hunts six days… And on the seventh, he has his not… Six days he hollows so much breath… That on the seventh he can nor pre…
From the dull confines of the droo… To see the day spring from the pre… Ravish’d in spirit, I come, nay m… To thee, blest place of my nativit… Thus, thus with hallow’d foot I t…
Un maçon habillé en militaire saute le mur de la caserne et va poser la première pierre du premier mur de sa maison Mais les murmures des hommes des c…
I am for Cutting. I’m a blade Designed for use at dress parade. My gleaming length, when I displa… Peace rules the land with gentle s… But when the war-dogs bare their t…
...that he added this second line of his famous couplet...
Here a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall
...Va de couplet... ...en couplet....
... In and out a couplet...
...and so usually ending it of with couplet...
...Pour faire un couplet...
In sober mornings do thou not rehe… The holy incantation of a verse; But when that men have both well d… Let my enchantments then be sung,… When laurel spurts i’ th’ fire, an…
...She is the couplet...
...Et de naïfs couplets...
But our Great Turks in wit must r… And ill can bear a Brother on the… Wit is like faith by such warm Fo… Who to be saved by one, must damn… Some who grow dull religious strai…
Le printemps vient, que tout s’emp… À fêter l’âge des amours : Quand sied-il mieux de chanter la… Que dans la saison des beaux jours… Tout s’embellit par la jeunesse,
La belle, si tu vevix, je ferai to… Dans le décor sanglant de ma bouti… Mes couteaux seront les miroirs ma… Où le jour se lève, éclate et pâli… Je ferai ton lit creux et chaud
Poet of love, I sing here my whol… Ah, might I all deeds dare, love… Make I at least your praise, chap… Each dear delight of your told to… Let me your sweetnesses, O child,…
Out of great wisdom, long stored u… I would write me a rune of the Me… Out of experience, grave and gay, I would raise me a rhyme to the ga… With words of wisdom then let us b…
...It’s not an artless couplet...
...Sans que les couplets...
...Et répète le rhythme en des couplets...
...Elle chantait un couplet...
...It can importantly be recognised for its rhyming couplets...
What is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain’s brink. What is red? a poppy’s red In its barley bed. What is blue? the sky is blue
Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore… Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so… It passeth fickle Fortune’s power… To force my heart to think thee an… No Fortune base, thou sayest, sha…
Here lies, to each her parents’ ru… Mary, the daughter of their youth; Yet all heaven’s gifts being heave… It makes the father less to rue. At six months’ end she parted henc…
Good and great God, can I not thi… But it must straight my melancholy… Is it interpreted in me disease That, laden with my sins, I seek… Oh be thou witness, that the reins…
