Hymns To The Gods – No. 8 (Albert Pike Poems)
TO ARES. I.Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near ...
TO ARES. I.Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near ...
When the dreamers of old Coronado,From the hills where the heat ripples run,Made a dust to the far ColoradoAnd wagged ...
AH! what enchanting scenes the eye beholds,When Spring her tender buds unfolds,To meet the rising blush of morn,And smiling green ...
I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me ...
WYNDHAM! 'tis not thy blood, though pure it runsThrough a long line of glorious ancestry,Percys and Seymours, Britain's boasted sons,Who ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was a time when ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons ...
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, Nor beg, with Domains in my Pocket -- (Emily Dickinson)
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
It lies beyond the Western Pines Towards the sinking sun, And not a survey mark defines The bounds of "Brumby's ...
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