#EnglishWriters
Beside the old hall-fire’upon my… Of happy fairy days’what tales w… I thought the world was once’all… And my heart would beat to hear’… And many a quiet night,'in slumb…
A humble flower long time I pined Upon the solitary plain, And trembled at the angry wind, And shrunk before the bitter rain. And oh! ’twas in a blessed hour
With ganial foire Thransfuse me loyre, Ye sacred nympths of Pindus, The whoile I sing That wondthrous thing,
Dear Lucy, you know what my wish… I hate all your Frenchified fuss: Your silly entrées and made dishes Were never intended for us. No footman in lace and in ruffles
No more, thou lithe and long-winge… No more across the sultry sands sh… Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with… Shatter against thy cage the wing… Long, sitting by their watchfires,…
Returning from the cruel fight How pale and faint appears my knig… He sees me anxious at his side; ‘Why seek, my love, your wounds to… Or deem your English girl afraid
Come all ye Christian people, unt… ‘Tis about a base consperracy, as… ‘Twill make your hair to bristle u… When of this dread consperracy you… The news of this consperracy and v…
For the sole edification Of this decent congregation, Goodly people, by your grant I will sing a holy chant— I will sing a holy chant.
Persicos odi Puer, apparatus; Displicent nexae Philyra coronae: Mitte sectari,
Little KITTY LORIMER, Fair, and young, and witty, What has brought your ladyship Rambling to the City? All the Stags in Capel Court
The rose upon my balcony the morni… Was leafless all the winter time a… You ask me why her breath is sweet… It is because the sun is out and b… The nightingale, whose melody is t…
An igstrawnary tail I vill tell y… I stood in the Court of A’Becket… Vere Mrs. Jane Roney, a vidow, I… Who charged Mary Brown with a rob… This Mary was pore and in misery…
One sees in Viteall Yard, Vere pleacemen do resort, A wenerable hinstitute, ’Tis call’d the Pallis Court. A gent as got his i on it,
Beneath the gold acacia buds My gentle Nora sits and broods, Far, far away in Boston woods My gentle Nora! I see the tear-drop in her e’e,
Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river’s brink, I heard a guitar. I heard a guitar,