A Tale of Two Cities (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
For all we have and are, For all our children's fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is ...
(EDWARD VII.) 1910 Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
I hear some say, "This man is not in love." "What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say; "Read ...
Nero was not worried when he heard the prophecy of the Delphic Oracle. "Let him fear the seventy three years." ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
"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 ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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