Ode to Death (David James Scott Poems)
I do not fear thee, Death!I have a bantering thought!—though I am toldThou art inflexible, and stern, and bold;And that ...
I do not fear thee, Death!I have a bantering thought!—though I am toldThou art inflexible, and stern, and bold;And that ...
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover?Or, there, did my Minna ...
O, sweet slight friendWho frolics freeO'er cactus plainOr sandy lee, No one can lonelyLong remainWhile hearkening toThy blithe refrain When ...
Beware! The sword of England Is in your hand to keep:Look that it be not tarnished Nor pilfered in your ...
There in that limited pasture,Their eyes bedimmed and blurred,They stand in that prison, all captives,The last of the Thundering Herd. ...
Remember me and smile, as smiling too, I have remembered things that went their way— The dolls ...
Love sat at ease upon Time's bony knee; Pulled his grey beard; paddled his finger-tips Among his wrinkles; smote his ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes ...
FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch's destinie! M'Pherson's time will not be long On yonder gallows-tree. Chorus.-Sae rantingly, ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
You call me an angel of love and of light, A being of goodness and heavenly fire, Sent out from ...
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover? Or, there, did my ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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