Classic poem of the day
For the Loss of GRILDRIG
A P ASTORAL
Soon as Glumdalclitch miss'd her pleasing Care,
She wept, she blubber'd, and she tore her Hair.
No British Miss sincerer Grief has known,
Her Squirrel missing, or her Sparrow flown.
She furl'd her Sampler, and hawl'd in her Thread,
And stuck her Needle into Grildrig 's Bed;
Then spread her Hands, and with a Bounce let fall
Her Baby, like the Giant i......
Member poem of the day
Meng Haoran
This anchored boat’s astir in fog and breeze,
As sunset rends my fears up once again,
But as the sky descends beneath the trees,
The river, moon, and quiet become my friends.
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