Vision Of Columbus – Book 6 (Joel Barlow Poems)
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,From glooms unfolding, ...
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,From glooms unfolding, ...
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
A startled stag, the blue-grey Night, Leaps down beyond black pines. Behind—a length of yellow light— The hunter's arrow shines: His moccasins are stained ...
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"By the camp-fire's ruddy light;Let us drink to a spirit as leal and trueAs ...
One golden summer day, Along the forest-way,Young Colin passed with blithesome steps alert. His locks with careless grace Rimmed round his handsome faceAnd ...
Not from Paestum come my roses; Patrons, seeMy flowers are Roman-blown; their nectariesDrop honey amber, and their petals throwRich crimsons ...
Waked by Thy sun, again my thoughts ascendTo Thee, my heavenly Father! and they blendIn one devotional hymn of praise ...
Now that the chill October day is declining,Pull the blinds, draw each voluminous curtainTill the room is full of gloom ...
THE rose, that wrote its message on the noon'sBright manuscript, has turned her perfumed faceTowards Fall, and waits, heart-heavy, for ...
Was I not served in open dayWith buds and flowers! - and whence came they?In the still night, as poets ...
When a man is fatigu'd with the toils of the day, No med'cine like sherries can drive care away; Without it, his ...
I The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere, Waits at the granite milestone. It grows dark. Willows lean by ...
"TO PALLAS. I.Hear, blue-eyed Pallas! Eagerly we call, Entreating thee to our glad festival, Held in the sunny morning of ...
Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank ...
Out of the bounty, the wealth of our land a harvest each season, food for the millions gathered and stored, ...
I saw a glimpse today of that shining city on the hill, a city with the streets of gold high ...
I saw a glimpse today of the shining city on the hill, the city with the streets of gold high ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Outside the afterlight's lucent rose Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, And shadows are stealing across the snows; ...
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