Ghosts at Boulogne (Justin H. McCarthy Poems)
One dreamer, when our English soldiers trodBut yesterday the welcoming fields of France,Saw war-gaunt shadows gathering stare askanceUpon those levies ...
One dreamer, when our English soldiers trodBut yesterday the welcoming fields of France,Saw war-gaunt shadows gathering stare askanceUpon those levies ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
An angel burdened with self-pityCame out of heaven to a modern city.He saw a beggar on the street,Where the tides ...
Part 8 PROLOGUE TO THE SHIPMANNES TALE Here endith the man of ...
Down unto the ocean,Trembling with emotion,Panting at the notion,See the rivers run—In the golden weather,Tripping o'er the heather,Laughing all together—Madcaps ...
Where foams the white torrent, and rushes the rill,Down the murmuring slopes of the echoing hill—Where the eagle looks out ...
The dream is over,The vision has flown;Dead leaves are lyingWhere roses have blown;Wither'd and strownAre the hopes I cherished,—All hath ...
A bright beam came to my window frame,This sweet May morn,And it said to the cold, hard glass:Oh! let me ...
Let us seek the modest May,She is down in the glen,Hiding and abidingFrom the common gaze of men,Where the silver ...
Tell me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither ...
With that pleasant smile thou wearest,Thou art gazing on the fairest Wonders of the earth and sea:Do thou not, in ...
(On being presented by him with a copy, painted by himself, of a rarePortrait of Calderon.)How can I thank thee ...
If you suppose I'm going to say Whose love I dare,I would not for an empire's sway Her ...
Those Shandon bells, those Shandon bells!Whose deep, sad tone now sobs, now swells—Who comes to seek this hallowed ground,And sleep ...
To Denis DevlinAgain the native hour lets down the locksUncombed and black, but gray the bobbing beard;Ten years ago His ...
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled ...
There is a queen in China, or maybe it's in Spain, And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
'Twas about the beginning of the present century, Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea; And conveyed on board ...
'Twas about the beginning of the past century Billy Bowls was pressed into the British Navy, And conveyed on board ...
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