Sweet Fern (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The subtle power in perfume foundNor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;On Grecian shrine or Aztec moundNo censer idly burned.That power ...
The subtle power in perfume foundNor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;On Grecian shrine or Aztec moundNo censer idly burned.That power ...
What would it mean for you and meIf dawn should come no more!Think of its gold along the sea,Its rose ...
The day, all fierce with carmine, turns An Indian face towards Earth and dies; The west, like some gaunt vase, inurns Its ashes ...
By dayThe town basks in the sun like some Aztec ruin.There is quiet in the trenches nearby; quiet and strained ...
TINGED with the blood of Aztec lands,Sphinx-like, the tawny herdsman stands,A coiled reata in his hands.Devoid of hope, devoid of ...
_Tlalloc icuic._ 1. Ahuia Mexico teutlaneuiloc amapanitla anauhcampa, ye moquetzquetl,aoyequene y chocaya. 2. Ahuia anneuaya niyocoloc, annoteua eztlamiyaual, aylhuicolla nicyauicaya ...
READ BEFORE THE NATIONAL CONVENTION OF MEXICAN WAR VETERANS, JANUARY 16, 1874. "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND!" How many ...
I want free life and I want fresh air; And I sigh for the canter after the cattle, The crack ...
_Ciuacoatl icuic._ 1. Quaui, quaui, quilaztla, coaeztica xayaualoc uiuiya quauiuitluitzalochpa chalima aueuetl ye colhoa. 2. Huiya tonaca, acxolma centla teumilco ...
TO Amsterd-m came Breitmann All in de Kermes tide; Yonge Maegden allegader Filled de straat on afery side. De meisjes ...
TOWARDS the sun, towards the south-westA scorched breast.A scorched breast, breasting the sun like an answer,Like a retort.An eagle at ...
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
_Xochipilli icuic._ 1. Ye cuicaya tocniuaya ouaya yeo, ye cuicaya ye quetzalcoxcuxayoaltica tlao cinteutla, oay. 2. Can quicaquiz nocuic ocoyoalle ...
_Ayopechtli icuic._ 1. Cane cana ichan, ayopechcatl cozcapantica mixiuhtoc. 2. Cane cana ichan ayopechcatl cozcapantica mixiuhtoc, cane ichanchacayoticaya. 3. Xiualmeuayauia, ...
Summer's last moon has waned-- Waned As amber fires Of an ...
Columbus came to thee and called the new!New World to him, but thy rich blood, bright gold,Lay cold where once ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
the paiute indians had the bird sussed a humming bird (loaded with seeds) set out to see beyond the sun ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
I wanted a man's face looking into the jaws and throat of life With something proud on his face, so ...
CHILD of the Aztec gods, how long must we listen here, how long before we go? The dust is deep ...
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