Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape,
SOME wit, handsome form and gen’rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses are gained E’en rocks ‘gainst such can never be sustained. If you’ve some talents, with a pleasing face, Your purse-strings open free, and you’ve the place. At times, no doubt, without these things, success Attends the gay gallant, we must confess; But then, good sense should o’er his actions rule; At all events, he must not be a fool. The stingy, women ever will detest; Words puppies want;–the lib’ral are the best. A Florentine, MAGNIFICENT by name, Was what we’ve just described, in fact and fame; The title was bestowed upon the knight, For noble deeds performed by him in fight. The honour ev’ry way he well deserved; His upright conduct (whence he never swerved,) Expensive equipage, and presents made, Proclaimed him all around what we’ve pourtrayed. WITH handsome person and a pleasing mien, Gallant, a polished air, and…
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed.
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair...
The soaring lark is blest as proud When at heaven's gate she sings;
The sorrow of a person in modern society
I lived here once.. Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness...
Crossing frontier from past to future
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love
Exile's farewell with from his land, soil, people and friends and family
Passion in times of war, with swords and guns, with blood and tears, with hope and lies..
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home..
Thinking about love is a gentle thought..
How one can see a dream within a dream?
What is friendship and what it do to individuals?
How two lover's spend their lives together?
How I nurtured hope of future from today's misery?
One who was suffering tumult in his soul, Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST?
What is prayer and what it is all about?
A short love story NO master sage, nor orator I know,Who can success, like gentle Cupid show;
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse,
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words,In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, And songless bright birds;
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why Rome will not allow
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely any thing, we find.
Addressed To A Young Lady Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral cove;
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail;
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse;
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown.
The story of two friends named Anxiochus and Alcibiades...