Jack’s Last Muster (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother ...
WIGLAF his name was, Weohstan's son,linden-thane loved, the lord of Scylfings,Aelfhere's kinsman. His king he now sawwith heat under helmet ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow:"Sorrow not, sage! It beseems us betterfriends to avenge than fruitlessly mourn them.Each of us all ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: —"Have mind, thou honored offspring of Healfdenegold-friend of men, now I go on this quest,sovran ...
HROTHGAR answered, helmet of Scyldings: —"I knew him of yore in his youthful days;his aged father was Ecgtheow named,to whom, ...
So held this king to the customs old,that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,the meed of my ...
I HAVE heard that swiftly the son of Weohstanat wish and word of his wounded king, —war-sick warrior, — woven ...
IT was heavy hap for that hero youngon his lord beloved to look and find himlying on earth with life ...
'TWAS now, men say, in his sovran's needthat the earl made known his noble strain,craft and keenness and courage enduring.Heedless ...
THERE was hurry and hest in Heorot nowfor hands to bedeck it, and dense was the throngof men and women ...
PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSELO, praise of the prowess of people-kingsof spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,we ...
IMaimed, beggared, grey; seeking an alms; with nodOf palsy doing task of thanks for bread;Upon the stature of a God,He ...
Passion o' me! cried Sir Richard Tyrone,Spurning the sparks from the broad paving-stone,"Better turn nurse and rock children to sleep,Than ...
Sweat and avarice Were pungent under The cloud of dust From the pit Arms beat in the air Voices raised ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A statesman is an easy man, He tells his lies by rote; A journalist makes up his lies And takes ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
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