The Tragedy of White Injustice (Marcus Mosiah Garvey Poems)
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood, Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road, Within some half a mile of Dorchester. There had I ...
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name,Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame!Oh! could that spirit, which thy ...
My travels' dream and talk for many a year, At length I view thee, hoary Silchester! Pilgrim long vowed; now only hither ...
OH Solitude! thou visionary power,If e'er thou hadst a "local habitation,"This is the place, and here must be thy throne:The ...
Within Philistia's princely hallIs held a glorious festival,And on the fluctuant ether floatsThe music of the timbrel's notes,While living waves ...
Mountain slopes - amphitheatre, soldier - grey actor,decoration - cliffs and smoke, olive trees and blood poppies.We walk, dark wanderers, ...
How can my vineyard's charm be told,As it basks in the autumn haze?The Frost King's touch, so light and cold,Like ...
Day of the cloud in fleets! O dayOf wedded white and blue, that sailImmingled, with a footing rayIn shadow-sandals down ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
Let not these thoughts torment you: I alas!In low ignoble poverty shall passMy wretched days, and unregarded lieBuried alive, in ...
The face of glory and her pleasant voice, O fortunate youth, now recognize, And how much nobler than effeminate sloth ...
Is this the road that climbs above and bendsRound what was once a chalk-pit: now it isBy accident an amphitheatre.Some ...
An amphitheatre of purple hillsAnd emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam,Flooded with golden light that crowns and fills ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
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