TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
1914 He passed in the very battle-smoke Of the war that he had descried. Three hundred mile of cannon spoke ...
1898 Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedanschoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service ...
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see ...
What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?- Be ...
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and ...
when the dog began to sing the people ran amok a man shinned up a flagpole a woman chewed her ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
Like some kind of confetti shot from a cannon the sky suddenly darker against the sea of white A burst ...
From art to law from beauty to pain a life with twists and turns bringing him home and bringing him ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I don't feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there's freedom and ...
The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first -- Subsequent a Drum -- Bells for an Auxiliary And an Afterward of ...
Step lightly on this narrow spot -- The broadest Land that grows Is not so ample as the Breast These ...
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- Widths out of the Sun -- And look -- and shudder, ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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