"King Pandion, he is dead; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead." —Author:Richard Barnfield|BARNFIELD (sometimes attributed to Author:William Shakespeare|SHAKESPEARE). DREAMERS, More…
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With silver bells and cockle-shellsAnd pretty maids all in a row!"—Mother Goose. MARY, Mistress Mary,How does your garden More…
GALAHADS, Galahads, Percivals, gallop!Bayards, to the saddle!—the clangorous trumpets,Hoarse with their ecstasy, call to the mellay.Paladins, Paladins, Rolands flame-hearted,Olivers, More…
CONQUERORS leonine, lordly,Princes and vaunting kings,Ye are drunk with the sound of your braggarttrumps—But lo! ye are little things! Earth . . . it is charnel with monarchs!And the More…
"Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride!They had no poet and they died."—Author:Alexander Pope|POPE. By Tigris, or the streams of Ind,Ere Colchis rose, or Babylon,Forgotten More…
TIME steals from Love all but Love's wings;And how should aught but evil things,Or any good but death, befallHim that is thrall unto Time's thrall,Slave to the lesser of these Kings? O More…
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