My Lost Youth (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
"Dulce et decorum est" The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is ...
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
Jack Barrett went to Quetta Because they told him to. He left his wife at Simla On three-fourths his monthly ...
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains; Ho! get ...
Kabul town's by Kabul river -- Blow the bugle, draw the sword -- There I lef' my mate for ever, ...
The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue; There aren't a wave for miles an' ...
We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Leave your home behind, lad, And reach your friends your hand, And go, and luck go with you While Ludlow ...
"Far I hear the bugle blow To call me where I would not go, And the guns begin the song, ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
The bugler sent a call of high romance- "Lights out! Lights out!" to the deserted square. On the thin brazen ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
There came a wind like a bugle It quivered through the GRASS, And a green chill upon the heat So ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
'Twas in the year of 1857 and on the 14th of September That the Sepoy rebels at Delhi were forced ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
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