Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid’s Metamorphose (Phillis Wheatley Poems)
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful springOf ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,And taught'st ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful springOf ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,And taught'st ...
AND can his antiquarian eyes,My Anglo-Saxon C despise?And does Lord Harcourt, day by day,Regret th' extinct initial K?And still, with ...
Fraternal rage, the guilty Thebes' alarms, Th' alternate reign destroyed by impious arms, Demand our song; a sacred fury fires ...
The carrier is a poor old man-See his gray locks, his wrinkles scan,Look at him and admire!His coat is thin, ...
The face of QanaPale, like that of Jesusand the sea breeze of April…Rains of blood.. and tears..2They entered Qana stepping ...
"O for a knight like Bayard,Without reproach or fear;My light glove on his casque of steel,My love-knot on his spear!"O ...
THE minstrel of the classic layOf love and wine who singsStill found the fingers run astrayThat touched the rebel strings.Of ...
NOW, for the faith that is in ye,Polander, Sclav, and Kelt!Prove to the world what the lips have hurledThe hearts ...
WITH gallant sail and streamer gay,Sweeping along the splendid bay,That, thronged by thousands, seems to greetThe bearer of a precious ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
_AEschylus_--And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses word by ...
For unknown ages, mid his wild abode,Speechless *nd rude the human savage trode;By slow degrees expressive sounds acquired,And simple thoughts ...
A map of every country known,With not a foot to call his own.A list of folks that kicked a dustOn ...
The names of Waitie and Boudinot -The valiant warrior and gifted sage ---And other Cherokees, may be forgot,But thy name ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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