Courage (Louis Lavater Poems)
Two kinds of courage are there in the creedOf simple men. The one is courage born,Not made; enfibred in the ...
Two kinds of courage are there in the creedOf simple men. The one is courage born,Not made; enfibred in the ...
While thus the gentle Aziel, at the sight Of holiness, to thoughts of Heaven recalled, Stood contrite, watchful,--by far different ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
1. HAWKSHAW 3rd Trinity. 5. KINGLAKE 3rd Trinity. 2. PIGOTT Corpus. ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
He lifted up his pleading eyes, And scanned each cruel face, Where cold and brutal cowardice Had left its evil ...
He came when tyranny was ripe, a torchThat lit the darkened avenue of hope,He came from cabin, ragged, poor, and ...
JIM had a quaint philosophy,"It ain't fer you, it's jes' fer me,"He used to say. "I don't p'tendT' force it ...
FRIEND of the wretched! wherefore should the eyeOf blank Despair, whence tears have ceased to flow,Be turn'd from thee?--Ah! wherefore ...
Cries for the lost children the children of Israel, of Rachel tears of the mothers of the land the covenant ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
Always I knew that it could not last (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying), Now it is part of the ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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