Sunrise (Emma Lazarus Poems)
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
IN other lands we welcomed thee from out the drifting snow,With yule-log blazing on the hearth, beneath the mistletoe,The hoarse ...
Since the boys have come back from that terrible warWe're all using words that were not heard beforeLearnt in the ...
" Thou sorrow, venom Elfe: Is this thy play, To spin a web out of thyselfe To Catch a Fly? ...
When you have gone and I have gone Beyond the ken of earthly things,Yet watch the old race ...
Now comes the evening of the mind.Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;Here is the shadow moving down the ...
Like one who walketh in a plenteous land, By flowing waters, under shady trees, Through sunny meadows, where ...
Before the winter's haunted nights are o'er, I thankfully rejoice, that stars look down Above the darkened streets, and I ...
Good Heav'n, I thank thee, since it was design'dI shou'd be fram'd, but of the weaker kinde,That yet, my Soul, ...
Though we, a happy few,Indubitably knewThat from the purple cameThis poet of pure flame,The world first saw his lightFlash on ...
Tell me all that thou knowest, and I will thankfully hear it! But wouldst thou give me thyself,—let me, ...
Marrying left yor maiden name disused. Its five light sounds no longer mean your face, Your voice, and all your ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
Good Heav'n, I thank thee, since it was design'd I shou'd be fram'd, but of the weaker kinde, That yet, ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
'Twas in the year of 1886, and on the 29th of November, Which the surviving crew of the "Samuel Crawford" ...
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