The Last Rhyme of True Thomas (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Would Jesus torture, would he allow his disciples to torture would people acting as his friends, as children of God, ...
His bow coaxed, mournfully sad notes of the people hope couched, shadowed sorrow of the chosen, history of the nation ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get An attic-crib. Such lovers ...
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees ...
"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician, With thy long lean hand; Downward the starry tapers burn, Sinks soft the waning sand; ...
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