Ode (Anne C Lynch Poems)
Our patriot sires are gone, The conqueror Death lays low Those veterans one by one, Who braved each ...
Our patriot sires are gone, The conqueror Death lays low Those veterans one by one, Who braved each ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
A lilt and a swing, And a ditty to sing, Or ever the night grow old; The wine is within, ...
1 Ye Mariners of England 2 That guard our native seas, 3 Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, 4 ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Columbia, fair queen in your glory! Columbia, the pride of the earth! We crown you with song- wreath and story; ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
This morning when we woke up the meat cages still locked us up* We took a bath so they'd look ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
The red-roofed house of dream design Looks three ways on the sea; For fifty years I've made it mine, And ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Welcome, old friend! These many years Have we lived door by door; The fates have laid aside their shears Perhaps ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories