Be Free, O Man, Be Free (M H Maxwell Poems)
The storm-winds wildly blowing,The bursting billows mock,As with their foam-crests glowing,They dash the sea-girt rock;Amid the wild commotion,The revel of ...
The storm-winds wildly blowing,The bursting billows mock,As with their foam-crests glowing,They dash the sea-girt rock;Amid the wild commotion,The revel of ...
I sit beside the sweeping waters,Letting fancy free, and throughThe vast realms of Time comes to meA far-off cry, wailing ...
With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the ...
"Now is Christ risen from the dead and become the first fruits of them that slept."—1 Cor. ch. xv. v. ...
YOU sigh, Maria, hapless maid,The tear stands trembling in your eye;My bosom, touch'd by kindred woes,Re-echoes ev'ry pensive sigh.You grieve ...
Hope shines—as in a stable a wisp of straw.Fear not the wasp drunk with his crazy flight!Through some chink always, ...
"Farewell!" the parting Day,Re-echoes, "Fare thee well!I go the darkened wayWhence none returns to tellOf those that thither stray,What fate ...
CAPTURE OF THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,With the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,With the reckless son of Lempo,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,On the sea's smooth ...
KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.Lemminkainen, artful husband,Reckless hero, Kaukomieli,Constantly beside his young wife.,Passed his life in sweet contentment,And the years rolled swiftly ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
BIRTH OF THE SECOND HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Long reflecting, sang these measures:"It is now the time befittingTo awaken joy and gladness,Time ...
Ay, shout! 'Tis the day of your pride,Ye despots and tyrants of earth! Tell your serfs the American name to ...
The New Year dawns again upon the earth,And all our land re-echoes with its mirth.From east to west, from north ...
There is a spot, far from the world's uproar, Amid great mountains,Where softly sleeps a lake, to whose still shore ...
No wind there is that either pipes or moans;The fields are cold and still; the skyIs covered with a blue-gray ...
I think when I stand in the presence of Death, How futile is earthy endeavor,If it be, with the flight ...
'Leeds welcomes you' in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry's demon seizes ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
WHAT domination of what darkness dies this hour, And through what new, rejoicing, winged, ethereal power O'erthrown, the cells opened, ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
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