British Georgics. December (James Grahame Poems)
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
To the four corners of the earth they turn:the four demobilized knights of the heavenly host.And the four corners of ...
The word of the Lord by nightTo the watching Pilgrims came,As they sat by the seaside,And filled their hearts with ...
Napoleon looked upon France and said:"What is the result of reign of mine?"And seeing his glory shed,A light cast down ...
Foot prints of the rain are here That pit the sand with pox;Denuding cliffs of powder dust, Exposing scar-faced rocksNaked as resurgency. But ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
THE long-drawn bray of the assIn the Sicilian twilight--_All mares are dead!All mares are dead!Oh-h!Oh-h-h!Oh-h-h-h-h--h!!I can't bear it, I can't ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
When the wind blows her veil And uncovers her laughter I cease, I turn pale. When the wind blows her ...
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