I call you bad, my little child, Upon the title page, Because a manner rude and wild Is common at your age. The Moral of this priceless work
There is a wall of which the stone… Are lies and bribes and dead men’s… And wrongfully this evil wall Denies what all men made for all, And shamelessly this wall surround…
I will not try to reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton’s tiny docks of stone. But I will sit beside the fire,
When Jesus Christ was four years… The angels brought Him toys of go… Which no man ever had bought or so… And yet with these He would not p… He made Him small fowl out of cla…
November is that historied Empero… Conquered in age, but foot to foot… Who from his refuge high has heard… Of squadrons in pursuit, and now,… Stirrups the storm and calls the w…
Torture will give a dozen pence or… To keep a drab from bawling at his… The public taste is quite a differ… Torture is positively paid to sing…
Because my faltering feet may fail… The first descendant of the steps… Give me the Word in time that tri… I too must pass into the misty hol… Where all our living laughter stop…
Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the s… You never shall have good words fr… Caritas non conturbat me. But Catholic men that live upon w…
Ill fares the land to hast’ning il… Where wealth accumulates and men d… But how much more unfortunate are… Where wealth declines and populati… (1)This line is execrable; and I…
The Bison is vain, and (I write i… The Door-mat you see on his head Is not, as some learned professors… The opulent growth of a genius’ br… But is sewn on with needle and thr…
Lump says that Caliban’s of gutte… And Caliban says Lump’s a fool in… And Caliban and Lump and I are a…
The parents of the learned child (His father and his mother) Were utterly aghast to note The facts he would at random quote On creatures curious, rare, and wi…
I’m tired of Love: I’m still more… But Money gives me pleasure all t…
He lost his money first of all And losing that is half the story– And later on he tried a fall With fate, in things less transito… He lost his heart—and found it dea…
It was my shame, and now it is my… That I have loved you rather more…