Our Country (John Turvill Adams Poems)
Sweetly the voice of long departed timeComes o'er the soul, and in its whispers bringsVisions of glory, mighty deeds sublime,And ...
Sweetly the voice of long departed timeComes o'er the soul, and in its whispers bringsVisions of glory, mighty deeds sublime,And ...
at the city of Washington, on looking at a Mummy, supposed to have belonged to a race extinctbefore the occupation ...
Come, take the tenner, doctor . . . yes, I know the bill says "five,"But it ain't as if you'd ...
O'er desolated fields, where moveTo War's dread notes th' embattled host,O Peace! display thy olive-wreath,And bid the gentle voice of ...
Why of all the many races in the country where we live,Do we find so little union as the Negro ...
A LIGHT in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was ...
ILMARINEN'S WOOING.ILMARINEN, hero-blacksmith,The eternal metal-worker,Hastens forward to the court-roomOf the hostess of Pohyola,Of the master of the Northland,Hastens through the ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
THE ISLE OF REFUGE.Lemminkainen, full of joyance,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Took provisions in abundance,Fish and butter, bread and bacon,Hastened to the Isle ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
KULLERVO'S EVIL DEEDS.Kullerwionen, youthful wizard,In his blue and scarlet stockings,Henceforth lingered with his parents;But he could not change his nature,Could ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
Lo, I listened to the bleating of the sheep -- Squatters' sheep --And I sat ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce ...
WHILE on the meadowy banks of Spey ,Slow steals along the rural muse,And sees the bordering flowers displayTheir native sweets ...
We can claim without elation or immodest fabricationThat the genius of our nation is embodied in our camps,And futurity's summation ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Winter under cultivation Is as arable as Spring. (Emily Dickinson)
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
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