Men (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir ...
MAC DUFF'S CROSS,A DRAMA.PRELUDE.NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,And say that still there lurks amongst our ...
Sweetly the voice of long departed timeComes o'er the soul, and in its whispers bringsVisions of glory, mighty deeds sublime,And ...
WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE MASSACRE AT MANCHESTERI.As I lay asleep in ItalyThere came a voice from over the ...
THE fourth day found the dark tribe brooding o'erTheir chieftain's body, chieftain now no more!As fire half-quench'd, some faint spark ...
Dark Isle of Mourning—aptly art thou named, For thou hast been the cause of many a tear; For deeds of treacherous strife ...
They come!--Be firm--in silence rally!The long-knives our retreat have found!Hark!--their tramp is in the valley,And they hem the forest round!The ...
Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!Call our friends to the field -- for the Lion ...
Lady, to thee, to fortune, and to fame,I, all unknown, would yet aspiring claimA right to love thee, and admire ...
Oh great Jehovah! God of love, Thou monarch of the earth and sky,Canst thou from thy great throne above Look down with ...
(Tune: "The Red Flag") The pale and dismal daylight falls Through iron bars on prison walls. In chains we came from far and ...
To stad on Terms twere vain. By hook & crookOne Terme I was defrauded of a Booke.Now Readers your assistance ...
(_To the Night-Riders Who Murdered Hedges_) Honor to men Who leave their homes And children safe asleep, To take ...
Angels of good and ill are every where;They haunt the city and the cottage lone;Their seen or unseen presence fills ...
Dedicated to: William W. BrownFrom the crack of the rifle and baying of hound,Takes the poor panting bondman his flight;His ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
This is the place where William's kingly power Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel, Unfriended, desolate, and shelterless, ...
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