“Birds of Prey” March (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
WITH palette laden She sat, as I passed her, A dainty maiden Before an Old Master. What mountain-top is She ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- I heard a Woman say "Poor Child" -- and something in ...
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded, And sad pale Adelgitha came, When forth a valiant champion bounded, And slew the slanderer ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on July the 14th day, That an alarming accident occurred in the River ...
Down by the beautiful Lakes of Killarney, Off times I have met my own dear Barney, In the sweet summer ...
It ended, and the morrow brought the task. Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in By shutting all ...
It ended, and the morrow brought the task. Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in By shutting all ...
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
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