There was a great cathedral (Stephen Crane Poem)
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there Was ...
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there Was ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
For my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch, and my mother, Christine Ena Burch There never was a fonder smile than mother's ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
Sweet Love and I had oft communed; We were, indeed, great friends, And oft I sought his office, near Where ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
He stared up into my eyes with a look I can almost see now. He had that look in his ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
So there you sit. And how much blood was shed That you might sit there. Do such stories bore you? ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea, You never shall have good words ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
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