Eclogue 6: To Varus (Publius Vergilius Maro Poems)
First my Thalia stooped in sportive moodTo Syracusan strains, nor blushed withinThe woods to house her. When I sought to ...
First my Thalia stooped in sportive moodTo Syracusan strains, nor blushed withinThe woods to house her. When I sought to ...
TO VARUSFirst my Thalia stooped in sportive moodTo Syracusan strains, nor blushed withinThe woods to house her. When I sought ...
He has a name which can't be brought Within the sphere of metre;But, as he's Peter by report, I'll trot him out ...
On, on to the darkest continent,As the Adriatic sailed,In Eighteen Hundred and ...
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus' shining bastionsHis audacious foot he planted,Myths are told and songs are chanted, Full of promptings and ...
Hang up the harp! I hear them say,Nor sing again an Afric lay.The time has passed; we would forget--And sadly ...
Are they clinging to their crosses,F. E. Smith,Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,Are they, Smith?Do they, fasting, trembling, bleeding,Wait the news ...
Toad, hog, assassin, mirror. Some of its favorite words, which are breath. Or handwriting: the long tail of the 'y' ...
The Story of White Man Leading Viet Cong Patrol-AP Dispatch, Des Moines Register, August 4, 1968The slain enemy resembledan American ...
In high noon's heat in a Caucasian valleyI lay quite still, a bullet in my breast;The smoke still rose from ...
In God's good time this agony shall ceaseAnd gentle peace return. But stark and numbSome lie beneath Caucasian snows, and ...
Forever you, the unwashed Russia!The land of slaves, the land of lords:And you, the blue-uniformed ushers,And people who worship them ...
Forever you, the unwashed Russia!The land of slaves, the land of lords:And you, the blue-uniformed ushers,And people who worship them ...
I. This is the Mengene mountain When dawn creeps up at the lake Van This is the child of ...
(NYE'S FORD, STANISLAUS, 1870)Do I sleep? do I dream?Do I wonder and doubt?Are things what they seem?Or is visions about?Is ...
(YREKA, 1873)Which it is not my style To produce needless painBy statements that rile Or that go 'gin the grain,But ...
Doth negro claim existence nowWho meek to unjust laws would bowWithout a protest on his brow,And call himself a man?Doth ...
Thou brave old Titan, that in chains didst lie, Bound to the rock on the Caucasian hill,Who by sublime endurance ...
In God's good time this agony shall cease And gentle peace return. But stark and numb Some lie beneath Caucasian ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
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