The Ghost, (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;The time - oh, any time of the yearWill do as well as another; say ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
The verge of Creation. Enter Werner and Spirit.Werner.We have outtravelled light and sound:The harmonies that pealed around us, asThrough yon ...
Ding-dong! ding-dong!Merry, merry go the bells,Ding-dong! ding-dong!Over the heath, over the moor, and over the dale,"Swinging slow with sullen roar,"Dance, ...
The sharp, clear crack of rifles, and the deep Loud thunder of artillery; the flashOf bayonets, and the arrowy sweep Of keen-edged ...
I Have heard sundry men oft times disputeOf trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.But if a man ...
Remember, Alyosha, the roads of Smolenshchina,Remember the rain and the mud and the pain,The women, exhausted, who brought milk in ...
See, the fire is sinking low,Dusky red the embers glow, While above them still I cower,While a moment more I linger,Though ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
Know you him, O, him, Who lived in those days? He wore a gay coat, And he stepped along, jauntily, ...
What makes you so late at the trysting? What caused you so long to be? For a weary time I ...
Ah! why will my heart beat faint and low At the sound of the falling leaves?And why do I turn ...
Some lie in graves beside the crowded dead In village churchyards; others shell holes keep,Their bodies gaping, all their splendour ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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