Ode Read At The One Hundreth Anniversary Of The Fight At Concord Bridge (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
At length the great decisive Year is come,And Britain triumphs o'er the Wiles of Rome,No more in Frowns our Holy ...
O the sacred generations That have lived, and failed, and died!And for our sakesoursthe freed ones, Found their liberties denied!Oh, the helpless ...
I.YES! there from out the gallery gloom,Retaining still a flush of bloom,I mark our bright ancestress glow--The maiden Rose of ...
MADAM-Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right ; By these we reach divinity, that's you ;Their loves, who have ...
This Monument, consign'd to latest Times,Stands to perpetuate Wolsey's daring Crimes;Who long, by wicked Arts, of Power possess'd,(The Lust of ...
As the caged eagle neared the mountain range, O'er which he oft had soared on pinions strong,He clapped his wings, moved ...
Say, Tyrant Custom, why must we obeyThe impositions of thy haughty Sway;From the first dawn of Life, unto the Grave,Poor ...
Oh! 'tis the curse of absence, that our loveBecomes too sad, too tender, too profound,For all our far off friends.Wilson.SUMMER ...
Alone I stand in the autumn coldOn the tip of Orange Island,The Xiang flowing northward;I see a thousand hills crimsoned ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
Though all the nations now Peace gathers under her white wings, The minds of Italy will ne'er be free From ...
Ye who around this venerated bierIn pious anguish pour the tender tear,Mourn not!-'Tis Virtue's triumph, Nature's doom,When honoured Age, slow ...
We are free from the restraints, the bonds which have held us captives, Free from the snares the limits, the ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
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