The Light of Asia: Book the Second (Edwin Arnold Poems)
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
There was fear and desolation over swarthy Egypt's land,From the holy city of the sun to hot Syen?'s sand;The sistrum ...
This figure here before you is a Macaroni Man, Who is built, as you may notice, on a most ingenious ...
Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there's you, and me, and Bindlestiff- And ...
A GLEAM — a gleam — from Ida's height, By the Fire-god sent, it came; From watch to watch it ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
A whistle 'mid the distant hills Shattered the silence grey,She turned on me her great ...
Staid people say that Pan is deadBut they are wrong. His shaggy headI saw but yesterday at noon,And once before ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
when one summer everything opened out and nobody close by was quick enough with needle and gut to stitch the ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of ...
White King City I left at dawn in the morning-glow of the clouds; The thousand miles to Chiang-ling we sailed ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
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