#EnglishWriters
Untrue to my Ulric I never could… I vow by the saints and the blesse… Since the desolate hour when we st… And your dark galley waited to car… My faith then I plighted, my love…
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
Special Jurymen of England! who a… And proclaim a British Jury worth… Gayly compliment each other at the… Which was tried at Guildford 'siz… Unto that august tribunal comes a…
Your Fanny was never false-hearte… And this she protests and she vows… From the triste moment when we par… On the staircase of Devonshire Ho… I blushed when you asked me to mar…
My name is Pleaceman X; Last night I was in bed, A dream did me perplex, Which came into my Edd. I dreamed I sor three Waits
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,
Some love the matin-chimes, which… The hour of prayer to sinner: But better far’s the mid-day bell, Which speaks the hour of dinner; For when I see a smoking fish,
‘I am Miss Catherine’s book,' the… ‘I’ve lain among your tomes these… I’m tired of their old coats and y… ‘Quick, Pen! and write a line wit… Come! draw me off a funny little f…
How spake of old the Royal Seer? (His text is one I love to treat… This life of ours he said is sheer Mataiotes Mataioteton. O Student of this gilded Book,
There was a king in Brentford,—of… But who, without his glory,—could… His Polly’s cotton nightcap,—it w… He slept of evenings early,—and ro… All in a fine mud palace,—each day…
Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met he… She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady,
A street there is in Paris famous… For which no rhyme our language yi… Rue Neuve de petits Champs its na… The New Street of the Little Fie… And there’s an inn, not rich and s…
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.
Yonder to the kiosk, beside the cr… Paddle the swift caique. Thou brawny oarsman with the sunbu… Quick! for it soothes my heart to… Ferry me quickly to the Asian sho…
When moonlike ore the hazure seas In soft effulgence swells, When silver jews and balmy breaze Bend down the Lily’s bells; When calm and deap, the rosy sleep