Francis II, King of Naples (Amy Lowell Poem)
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
I wonder if you keep the letters still, spidery and blotted now, like old days just withered away. I remember ...
Christ alone, by his humanness by his sacrifice, by his blood healing divisions, every chasm between one another between man ...
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
Yet read at last the story of my woe, The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, With my life's sorrow ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
the quality of being complete; unbroken condition; entirety ~ Webster A wild patience has taken me this far as if ...
Trumpets of the Lancer Corps Sound a loud reveille; Sound it over Sydney shore, Send the message far and wide ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
Not solely that the Future she destroys, And the fair life which in the distance lies For all men, beckoning ...
While History's Muse the memorial was keeping Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves, Beside her the Genius ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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