Caledonia (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Fair Caledonia! honoured name!The Muse shall boast thy worth and fame;The circling seas that dash and boilAround thy shores with ...
Fair Caledonia! honoured name!The Muse shall boast thy worth and fame;The circling seas that dash and boilAround thy shores with ...
No matter how costly or flimsy her dresses, The angel you honor with your kind attentions; No matter how foolish her wardrobe ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
Somewhere or other, 'tis doubtful where,In the archives of Gosh is a volume rare, A precious old classic that nobody ...
POWER o' ploughs and clothes-pegs in her, pork and beans for ev'ry sinner, Pork and beans for captain's dinner --Pass ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
Here I lie close to the grave Of Old Bill Piersol, Who grew rich trading with the indians, and who ...
With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright. The child's head, bent to the book-colored shelves, Is slow and ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker's music trading eights in syncopated synergy from ...
His sacrifice, his life given so that we would have eternal riches life with our father, our God walking as ...
As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end, Old Dublin merchant "free of the ...
The Esplanade is just as I left it. Here is the Red Lea Hotel, the Royal, the house we said ...
Millions were dead; everybody was innocent. I stayed in my room. The President Spoke of war as of a magic ...
Here I lie close to the grave Of Old Bill Piersol, Who grew rich trading with the indians, and who ...
And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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