Ode Read At The One Hundreth Anniversary Of The Fight At Concord Bridge (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care,"Let me have your advice in a weighty affair.This Hamilton's bawn, ...
Trained tenderly by Heaven and Earth,Up grew she to her gentle height,-Grew to the level of the lightThat shines by ...
LIBERTY Liberty! — Who shall be free?—The winds of the air, and the waves of the sea,And the beast in his ...
Frank is dead! The mournful messageComes gushing from the ocean's roar.Frank is dead! His mortal passageHas ended on the heavenly ...
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze That murmurs welcome in the bending trees, When the cold shadowy foe ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
IN Gallia's kingdom, near a forest wild,There liv'd a peasant, and his only child;A female, to whom Nature, most unkind,Had ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers,You dauntless fledglingsWho pass by my headstone,Mock not its record of my captaincy in the ...
A roar of cars seals the dawn with short-cut answers, with unyielding denials that are repeated explicitly every sunset. (Dimitris ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and ...
To the little, pitiful God I make my prayer, The God with the long grey beard And flowing robe fastened ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
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