The Armada (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ...
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ...
I dread that street — its haggard faceI have not seen for eight long years;A mother's curse is on the ...
Ha! My dear! I'm back again-- Vendor of Bohemia's wares! Lordy! How it pants a man Climbing up those awful stairs! Well, I've made ...
I'D rather live in Bohemia than in any other land;For only there are the values true,And the laurels gathered in ...
The sea coast of Bohemia Is pleasant to the view When singing larks spring from the grass To fade into ...
Way up in a garret high,Just a few feet from the sky, Dwell I in Bohemia.What care I for aught below?There ...
There sat one day in quiet,By an alehouse on the Rhine,Four hale and hearty fellows,And drank the precious wine.The landlord's ...
Friends have I in Bohemia three —My pipe, my dog, myself, you seeWe make a jolly trinity —We three are ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
The nations are all calling To and fro, from strand to strand;Uniting in one army The slaves of ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
August 26: 1346 At Crecy by Somme in Ponthieu High up on ...
"WHEREFORE these revels that my dull eyes greet? These dancers, dancing at my fleshless feet; The harpers, harping vainly at ...
1 Only today and just for this minute, when the sunslant finds its true angle, you can see yellow and ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Bohemia, o'er thy unatlassed borders How many cross, with half-reluctant feet, And unformed fears of dangers and disorders, To find ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
O Tavern of the Golden Snail! Ten sous have I, so I'll regale; Ten sous your amber brew to sip ...
YOUR bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air. (A mother of Bohemia sobs ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out and on the shelves: not a lot, and what there ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories