The Native-Born (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
We were all one heart and one race When the Abbey trumpets blew. For a moment's breathing-space We had forgotten ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree; Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One need not be a House -- The Brain ...
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- And then -- He closes up -- Then stands upon the Bonnet Of ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Beautiful Balmermo on the bonnie banks of Tay, It's a very bonnie spot in the months of June or May; ...
Alas! England now mourns for her poet that's gone- The late and the good Lord Tennyson. I hope his soul ...
'Twas on the 18th of August in the year of 1798, That Nelson saw with inexpressible delight The City of ...
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
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