The Maid Of Saxony; Or, Who’s The Traitor? – Act II (George Pope Morris Poems)
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
Containing the Marks and Characters of the Believer in Christ; together with some further privileges and grounds of comfort to ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
So the son of Menoetius was attending to the hurt of Eurypyluswithin the tent, but the Argives and Trojans still ...
Version IIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Version IHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
WHY did she love her mother's so?It hath wrought her wondrous wo.Once she saw an armed knightIn the pale sepulchral ...
HERMANN.THEN when into the room the well-built son made his entry,Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,And with ...
And yet beneath that happy sky,Was heard one ever--during sigh,One heart of sadness there was known,One voice of sorrow wept ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
HENRY,AGED EIGHT YEARS.Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter—woodland hollows thickly strewing, Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,While ...
NOT far from Tyvy's banks and bayAn humble dwelling rose;Around its walls the woodbine twin'd,Encircled with the rose.The purple violet ...
Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too ...
the spiritual, Platonic old England .S. T. COLERIDGE, Anima Poetae'Your situation', said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ...
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me seeThat Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,Thy generous spirit emulates the ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
IThe train! The twleve o'clock for paradise. Hurry, or it will try to creep away.Out in the country every one is ...
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;He slants his neck beneath ...
Sure never did man seeA wretch like poor Nancy,So teazed day and nightBy a Dean and a Knight.To punish my ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
She was wearin' awa'! she was wearin' awa'!Wi' the leaves in October, we thocht she wad fa',For her cheek was ...
This is an introduction to the Japanese Zen poet Taigu Ryoken known for his beautiful almost seer-like poetry. He revelled ...
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