The Old Meeting House (Alfred Noyes Poems)
Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn. Those wise old elms could hear ...
Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn. Those wise old elms could hear ...
The world is mad, my masters, The poet had the facts To prove this sweeping statement, In ...
Virtue may unlock hell, or evenA sin turn in the wards of Heaven,(As ethics of the text-book go),So little men ...
listen to me i havebeen mobbed almosttheres an old simp cockroachhere who thinks he hasbeen to hell and allthe young ...
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward —'That is, unless some damnedAirman has blundered,If the map isn't rightWe'll ...
The great were once as you.They whom men magnify to-dayOnce groped and blundered on life's way,Were fearful of themselves, and ...
This much I know:God does not wrong us here,Though oft His judgments seem severe And reason falters 'neath the blow,Some ...
"Niggers won't fight ah ha!""Niggers won't fight"" ah ha!""They are no good for war, One in a hundred.""Let Mississippi's shore,Flooded ...
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
Take your Heaven further on -- This -- to Heaven divine Has gone -- Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, ...
Lured by the wall, and drawn To stare below the roof, Where pigeons nest aloof From prowling cats and men, ...
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
"I'm going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don't make any noise. There's Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
She was so wonderful I wondered If wedding me she had not blundered; She was so pure, so high above ...
I found him in the guard-room at the Base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying And blundered ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
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