Essay On War (Nathaniel Bloomfield Poems)
Man's sad necessity, destructive War,Sweeps to the grave the surplus of his sons,Where'er the kindly clime and soil inviteTo Love; ...
Man's sad necessity, destructive War,Sweeps to the grave the surplus of his sons,Where'er the kindly clime and soil inviteTo Love; ...
A stone stands in a rustic townWhich once the neighbouring hill did crown;Nigh to the house of God it layBefore ...
II was a rebel, if you please,A reckless fighter to the last,Nor do I fall upon my kneesAnd ask forgiveness ...
Have you heard tell the news?The Earl of Leicester has turned traitor,And at Orwell has certainly landed.He has fleeced the ...
I: EROSO naked baby Love among the roses,Watching with laughing gray-green eyes for me,Who says that thou art blind? Who ...
Matilda Maud Mackenzie frankly hadn't any chin,Her hands were rough, her feet she turned invariably in;Her general form was German,By ...
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing Over wood and meadow, veiling Somber skies, with wildfowl sailing Sailor-like to foreign lands; And the north-wind overleaping Summer's brink, and ...
Sister darling, ope the window, let the balmy air oncemoreFan my flushed and throbbing brow as in the happydays of ...
Filled with myself, walled up in my skinby an inapprehensible god that is stifling me,deceived perhapsby his radiant atmosphere of ...
Ye batteries of Beauregard!Pour hail from Moultrie's wall;Bid the shock of your deep thunderOn their fleet in terror fall;Rain your ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HAPLESS JOURNEY.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Now arranges for a journeyTo the village of the Northland,To the land of cruel winters,To ...
KULLERVO AND THE CHEAT-CAKE.Thereupon the lad, Kullervo,Laid his luncheon in his basket,Drove the herd to mountain-pastures,O'er the hills and through ...
(As Austin Dobson might have written it)Their pail they must fill In a crystalline springlet,Brave Jack and fair Jill.Their pail ...
LOUD broke the surge upon the sullen rock,The startled valleys echoed back the shock;Hard blew the wind, and far as ...
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,And he whistled "Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun;There was ...
The Clouds their Backs together laid The North begun to push The Forests galloped till they fell The Lightning played ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
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