Wapentake (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed ...
To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
Murdering, terrorizing declaring war on his people not "the violence in Libya" but death in the streets The madman brutalizing ...
Bombing his people terror from the skies killing the innocents to perpetuate his lies No mandate for leadership only holding ...
The freedoms cut off taking them away shooting them in the street driving them into fear Killing their speech the ...
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
Stopping in our worship offering up a praise a thanksgiving for our freedom thankful for the difference what we take ...
Happy to consider the profound difference the freedoms we cherish to pray for their struggle to shake off the yoke ...
Sitting down with evil pure oppression willing to crush resistance to silence other voices Sitting down with evil Like Goebbels ...
Sitting down with evil giving lies a stage complicit in their propaganda giving voice to their rage The opiate of ...
The chill of their lies buying time to regroup to fend off the people to abduct them in the night ...
The gleanings of the pruning that the trees would be more fruitful a sprig of apple limbs fallen to the ...
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
Eisenstaedt and Goebbels stark colors, black and white evil captured still life on the page, staring back at all of ...
En l'an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must ...
In a lingering fever many visions come to you: I was in the little house again With its great yard ...
I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, ...
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