Defence of Fort M’Henry (Francis Scott Key Poems)
Tune -- ANACREON IN HEAVEN O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd ...
Tune -- ANACREON IN HEAVEN O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
(EGYPTIAN BASE CAMP) They are gathering round.... Out of the twilight; over the grey-blue sand, Shoals of low-jargoning men drift ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
I An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white, ...
HAIL! GODDESS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand'ring heart With fascinating ...
UPON a garden's perfum'd bed With various gaudy colours spread, Beneath the shelter of a ROSE A BUTTERFLY had sought ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
the population controller slips into disguise his charming suit his veil of words conceals his gaze he has laid out ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. 'Tis the wind ...
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