The Morning Before He Goes to the Gallows (Edward W Williams Poems)
My race of life is almost run, Rings even now the last sad knell,When I must from this whole world ...
My race of life is almost run, Rings even now the last sad knell,When I must from this whole world ...
On heaven's ethereal plain, Where hostile rage ambition first begun, When the arch rebel strove himself to reign And take ...
Beautiful sea! which for ever art flowing, How bright are thy waters beneath the pale moon; Though fearful thy deeps ...
"II'll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim, Walking before some wretch foredoomed to death, Who counts the pantings of ...
When you see any one with tears bemoanThe loss of goods or absence of a son,Whom he perhaps thinks drown'd ...
HARK! where Joy's triumphant throngArdent pour the grateful song,To Heav'n's Almighty Lord!He view'd in scorn th' insulting host,Who madly threaten'd ...
The youth whose fortune the vast globe obey'd, Finding his royal enemy betray'd And in his chariot by vile hands ...
Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear.Alas! for poor Jack, no more shall we hearThe crack of ...
So for the luxury of the flesh, wrap it in fur of fox that it be warm, In the bear's ...
If all my writings are about sadness,it's no surprise, for a heart in mourningcannot have joyous thoughts. Asleep orawake, every ...
Through flocks of mountains, myriad valleys, I arrive in Jingmen,where Ming-fei was born and bred--* the village is ...
Once ye were happy, once by many a shore,Wherever Glooscap's gentle feet might stray,Lulled by his presence like a dream, ...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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