The Marseillaise (Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle Poems)
Ye sons of freedom, wake to glory!Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise!Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,Behold their tears ...
Ye sons of freedom, wake to glory!Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise!Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,Behold their tears ...
Things of high import sound I in thine ears,Dear child, though now thou may'st not feel their power;But hoard them ...
See shortlye here the summe of allWhereto the Noble and base we call.Behold the touche to trye the boastinge preaceThat ...
Lo! to thee in this silent Sheet Appears the Ghost of thy departed Lover: Dear, do not any fear discover, ...
WHAT bishop of Rochester rather would die,Than with Henry 's supremacy basely comply?What martyr of Antioch yields up his breath,By ...
Christ washed the feet of Judas! The dark and evil passions of his soul,His secret plot, and sordidness complete,His hate, ...
WEEP , ye Heavens! weep, I say!My tears shall swell your gushing torrent!A deed most foul was done to-day,Which neither ...
The old bush-whacker bowed his head,And mournfully he sighed and sighedLike one who has not tasted breadOr meat or beer ...
Better to die, where gallant men are dying, Than to live on with them that basely fly;Better to fall, ...
Ah, Rebecca, mother,How did you have heart toGive more love to oneFair-faced, slim brotherThan you did to the other,More rough ...
CCVIWhen men distrust me, not because they find Baseness in me, but basely they mistake The native sins, which in ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
YOUTH. AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee! Or else I needs must, in ...
I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
They say that rhyme and rhythm are Outmoded now. I do not know, for I am far From high of ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
'Twas grav'd on the Stone of Destiny, In letters four, and letters three; And ne'er did the King of the ...
". . . defeated, with great loss." Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, ...
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