rhyme: results 49–62 of 62

And all hours long, the town

  Roars like a beast in a cave…

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd…

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds…

Come live with me and be my Love…

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

   Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

   Sweets into your list, put that in!

Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,

With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!

You needn't be trying to comfort me,

I tell you my Dolly is dead!

There's no use in saying she isn't

With a crack like that in her head.

The telling time our task is; time's some part,

Not all, but we were framed to fail and die—

One spell and well that one. There, ah thereby

Is comfort's carol of all or woe's worst smart.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

What hours, O what black hours we have spent

This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!

I found a ball of grass among the hay

And progged it as I passed and went away;

And when I looked I fancied something stirred,

And turned again and hoped to catch the bird…

I am! yet what I am none cares or knows…

She learned later she'd lunched with a movie

star from Mexico. They'd almost exchanged

Ah! He didn't offer his S.U.V.,

didn't apologize for the deranged…

Strong is the horse upon his speed…

Congress met with the cops and the crooks,

appointing committees to investigate.

Me was outside in the adjective rain,

verbing and verbing about some proper noun.