308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson (Robert Burns Poem)
STOP, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o' grief, For Matthew ...
STOP, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o' grief, For Matthew ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
O MAY, thy morn was ne'er so sweet As the mirk night o' December! For sparkling was the rosy wine, ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
Chorus.-I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin To ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song? Where is the ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories