On Memory (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WRITTEN AT AIX-LA-CHAPELLE.NO ! this is not the land of Memory,It is not the home where she dwells,Though her wandering, ...
WRITTEN AT AIX-LA-CHAPELLE.NO ! this is not the land of Memory,It is not the home where she dwells,Though her wandering, ...
I THINK some saint of Eirinn wandering farFound you and brought you here Demoiselles!For so I greet you in this ...
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,That never more shall hear such victories told;He stands apparent with his heaven-high ...
HERE you should lie, ye Kings of eld,Barbarossa, Boabdil,And Czar Lazar and Charlemagne,Arthur, Gaelic Finn-Here where themuffling Spanish mossesForests with ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
TO Y---,WITH A BOWL OF BOHEMIAN GLASS. From rocky hills, where climbs the vine; Where on his ...
What is sound, as standing for the world and the mind of man at any time, and in ...
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,Gazes with dead face on the seas ...
SOUND not the Horn!--the guarded relic keep: A faithful sharer of its master's sleep: His life it gladden'd--to his life ...
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw ...
The dream is over,The vision has flown;Dead leaves are lyingWhere roses have blown;Wither'd and strownAre the hopes I cherished,—All hath ...
"YE who burn with glory's flame! Ye who love the Patriot's fame; Ye who scorn oppressive might, Rise! in freedom's ...
"WITHIN my heart I long have kept A little chamber cleanly swept, Embroidered with a fleur-de-lis, And lintel boughs of ...
BY HANS BREITMANN. Der noble Ritter Hugo Von Schwillensaufenstein, Rode out mit shper and helmet, Und he coom to de ...
The tusks which clashed in mighty brawlsOf mastodons, are billiard balls.The sword of Charlemagne the JustIs Ferric Oxide, known as ...
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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