Poems found: 25
NOT SUCH YOUR BURDEN, HAPPY YOUTHS, AS OURS
HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY
ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS
ALL THE NIGHT LONG I GRIEVE; AND WHEN I FALL
BEAUTIFUL MELITE, IN THE THROES OF MIDDLE AGE
I LOVE NOT WINE, BUT SHOULDST THOU WISH
IT IS NOT WINE THAT MAKES ME REEL
WEEPING AND WAKEFUL ALL THE NIGHT I LIE
HERE LIES A MOST BEAUTIFUL LADY'