Ode to the Memory of Burns (Thomas Campbell Poem)
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
(with apologies to Frederic Taber Cooper) I well recall (and who does not) The circus bill-board hippopotamus, whose wide distended ...
Poplars are standing there still as death And ghosts of dead men Meet their ladies walking Two by two beneath ...
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and black people call across or scream or walk across defying ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Peoples of the world, together Join to serve the common cause! So it feeds us all for ever See to ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
O Liberty, God-gifted-- Young and immortal maid-- In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, ...
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
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