Two Travellers in the Place Vendome (Amy Lowell Poem)
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands ...
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps Which is first among the women an' amazin' first ...
(EDWARD VII.) 1910 Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
(from a painting by hugo simberg) those who bear the wounded angel are they honoured or destroyed far beyond their ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Water, is taught by thirst. Land -- by the Oceans passed. Transport -- by throe -- Peace -- by its ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don’t If you like to ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots And saying: When shall we get back to our country? Here we are ...
He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
'Twas in the year of 1900, and on the 5th of June, Lord Roberts entered Pretoria in the afternoon; His ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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