The Galley-Slave (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Now Time's Andromeda on this rock rude, With not her either beauty's equal or Her injury's, looks off by both ...
Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack ...
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
Dornburg, 25th August, 1828. WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee, Who this moment wert so nigh? Heavy rising masses cloud thee, ...
A DRUID. SWEET smiles the May! The forest gay From frost and ice is freed; No snow is found, Glad ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease ...
I dreamt your suicide note was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag, & in the bag were six baby ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
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