Prologue (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
The shepherd-king of Judah's olden days,Waked his sweet harp to sing Jehovah's praise,Then this his theme was in his happy ...
The shepherd-king of Judah's olden days,Waked his sweet harp to sing Jehovah's praise,Then this his theme was in his happy ...
My country, noble spectre of the past; Along thy rivers, and within thy vales, There breathes a deep-toned voice, that ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay,And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his prey,Sat ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
DEAD AT PITTSFIELD, MASS., 1876O poor Romancer--thou whose printed page,Filled with rude speech and ruder forms of strife,Was given to ...
There be poets in plenty have sung in the praiseOf the famous old names out of Old Navy days,Of Victory, ...
The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,Cooked and sampled on earth. And there's a law,That things crawl off in the ...
The thoughts of the future doth puzzle my mind, And O'how I shudder at flitting of time; It seems that ...
When he, that shepherd false, 'neath Phrygian sails, Carried his hostess Helen o'er the seas,In fitful slumber Nereus hush'd the ...
AD XANTHIAM PHOCEUMHorace: Book II, Ode 4._"Ne sit ancillae tibi amor pudori."_Nay, Xanthias, feel unashamed That she you love is ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay, And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
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