#EnglishWriters
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…
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…
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
Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled… That never has known the Barber’s… All your wish is woman to win; This is the way that boys begin— Wait till you come to Forty Year.
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…
You’ve all heard of Larry O’Tool… Of the beautiful town of Drumgool… He had but one eye, To ogle ye by— Oh, murther, but that was a jew’l!
There lived a sage in days of yore… And he a handsome pigtail wore; But wondered much and sorrowed mor… Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this curious case,
By fate’s benevolent award, Should I survive the day, I’ll drink a bumper with my lord Upon the last of May. That I may reach that happy time
The play is done; the curtain drop… Slow falling to the prompter’s bel… A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task;
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
Come all ye Christian people, and… It is all about a doctor was trave… By the Heastern Counties’ Railwa… From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vic… A travelling from Bury this Docto…
[The Poet describes the city and… A thousand years ago, or more, A city filled with burghers stout, And girt with ramparts round about… Stood on the rocky Dnieper shore.
The noble King of Brentford Was old and very sick, He summon’d his physicians To wait upon him quick; They stepp’d into their coaches
Ah! bleak and barren was the moor, Ah! loud and piercing was the stor… The cottage roof was shelter’d sur… The cottage hearth was bright and… An orphan-boy the lattice pass’d,
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,