Vision Of Columbus – Book 7 (Joel Barlow Poems)
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.Before his arm, around the ...
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.Before his arm, around the ...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
O! THE rolling, rushing fire!O! the fire!How it rages, wilder, higher,Like a hot heart's fierce desire,Thrilled with passion that appalls ...
The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare,Broods o'er the hazy twinkling air: Along the level sandThe palm-tree's shade unwavering lies,Just as thy ...
IOne for her Club and her own Latch-key fights,Another wastes in Study her good Nights.Ah, take the Clothes and let ...
I tread the vast deserted stageWhereon the Caesars lived and died;The relics of Rome's golden ageLie strewn about me far ...
My dear wife sits beside the fire With folded hands and dreaming eyes,Watching the restless flames aspire, And wrapped in thralling memories.I ...
WHO HAD SENT ME A SEVEN-POUND TROUTFit for an Abbot of Theleme, For the whole Cardinals' College, orThe Pope himself to ...
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils trace This wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the ...
LOUISATOEMMA. APRIL 25th, 1781. OH! my lov'd EMMA , I have much ...
THERE, close the door!I shall not need these lodgings any more.Now that I go, dismantled wall and floorReproach me and ...
CXXXStand fast amidst the darkness! Ah! my dear, 'Tis easy loving where the sunshine falls, And Nature's voice on idle ...
The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon ...
No Autumn's intercepting Chill Appalls this Tropic Breast -- But African Exuberance And Asiatic rest. (Emily Dickinson)
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
I Said the Watcher by the Way To the young and the unladen, To the boy and to the maiden, ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...
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