The first has written a long elegy to ‘Chloris’,
To ‘Chloris chaste and cold,’ his ‘only Chloris’.
The second has written a sonnet
upon the mutability of woman,
And the third writes an epigram to Candidia.
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Dark oxen, white horses,drag on the seven coaches with outriders.The coaches are perfumed wood,The jewelled chair is held up at the crossway,Before the royal lodge:A glitter of golden saddles, awaiting the princess;They eddy before the gate of the barons.The canopy embroidered with dragonsdrinks in and casts back the sun.Evening comes.The trappings are bordered with mist.The…
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
That ever came upon this grieving worldWere set together they would seem but lightAgainst the death of the young English King.Worth lieth riven and Youth dolorous,The world overshadowed, soiled and overcast,Void of all joy and full of ire and sadness.Grieving and sad and full of bitternessAre left in teen the liegemen courteous,The joglars supple and…
Aye you’re a man that ! ye old mesmerizer
One must of needs be a hang’d early riserTo catch you at worm turning. Holy Odd’s body-kins!‘Cat’s i’ the water butt!’ Thought’s in your verse-barrel,Tell us this thing rather, then we’ll believe you,You, Master Bob Browning, spite your apparelJump to your sense and give praise as we’d lief do.You wheeze as a head-cold long-tonsilled Calliope,But…
Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable age
Why does the small child in the soiled-white imitation fur coatCrawl in the very black gutter beneath the grape stand?Why does the really handsome young woman approach me in Sackville StreetUndeterred by the manifest age of my trappings?
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The scorched laurel lay in the fire-dust;The moon still declined to descend out of heaven,But the black ominous owl hoot was audible.And one raft bears our fateson the veiled lake towards AvernusSails spread on Cerulean waters, I would shed tears for two;I shall live, if she continue in life,If she dies, I shall go with…