The Sick God (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
Christian tongues, silent for too long at the injustice, the torture, the inequity haves and have nots, divisions, prejudices rampant ...
A stutterer, an adulterer, former enemies, unclean people a timid man, a youngest son a haggard man, standing in a ...
Wait 'till next year Murmur/ Mantra in a knowing tone - He'd seen the magic - World Champions Bleacher seats ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal Like those champions devoted and brave, When they plunged in the tyrant their ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled turf that lies ...
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! -- For ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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