The Battle Of Ivry (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of ...
Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of ...
By Sir W. S.I.St. Giles's street is fair and wide,St. Giles's street is long;But long or wide, may naught abideTherein ...
I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate Sythe first ye knew of my ...
He's struttin' sho ernuff,Wearin' a lady's muffEn' ways erpon his head,Red coat ob reddest red,Purtty white satin ves',Gole braid ercross ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
O perfect Light, which shaid away The darkness from the light,And set a ruler o'er the day, Another o'er the ...
The clock in the steeple struck fourteenThe day that the wedding was fixedThe couple had gone on their honeymoon firstSo ...
Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religiousas if I were French?Each time my heart ...
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;—Glory in death o'er ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
My parents thought that I would beAs great as Edison or greater:For as a boy I made balloonsAnd wondrous kites ...
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
IT'S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts. The banjo ...
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
First was the world as one great cymbal made, Where jarring winds to infant Nature played. All music was a ...
My parents thought that I would be As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons ...
for Aaron Fogel Politically-correct personal computers point and click. President Clinton (codename Peacock) can't protect crack pushing Communist Party cops ...
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