The Arch Apostate (James Monroe Whitfield Poems)
"Since he miscalled the morning star,Nor man, nor fiend hath fallen so far."— ByronWhen gathered in the courts above, Before Jehovah's ...
"Since he miscalled the morning star,Nor man, nor fiend hath fallen so far."— ByronWhen gathered in the courts above, Before Jehovah's ...
I have just come down from my father.Higher and higher he liesAbove me in a blue lightShed by a tinted ...
Alone I stand in the autumn coldOn the tip of Orange Island,The Xiang flowing northward;I see a thousand hills crimsoned ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
I've been list'nin' to them lawyers In the court house up the street, An' I've come to the conclusion That ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
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