The Australiad (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
WHAT song is best for the soldiers?Take no heed of the words, nor choose yon the style of the story;Let ...
"Farewell?" No, not farewell, I'll worship ever Thy form divine.No death's despair, no voice of doom shall sever My heart from thine.Thou'st ...
Love me a little, Lord, or let me go,I am so weary walking to and froThrough all your lonely halls ...
You shudder as you think uponThe carnage of the grim report -The desolation when we wonThe inner trenches of the ...
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the airWhich dwells with all things fair,Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,Is ...
UNDER A FIGURE SYMBOLIZING THE CHURCHThou wast the fairest of all man-made things;The breath of heaven bore up thy cloudy ...
KING COTTON looks from his window Towards the westering sun,And he marks, with an anguished horror, That his race is almost run.His ...
I.My pretty one beneath the sod, My pretty one beyond the sky,My darling gone to be with God, And nevermore to moan ...
Here, murdered by the frenzied, not the free,Lies the last monarch of a star-crossed line;Anointed Emperor by right divine:From Arctic ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country devastated! Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, desolated, Church and altar desecrated; ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
Upon an image of immortal stone,Seated and vast, the moon of Luxor falls,Lending to it a stillness that appals,A mystery ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel Suffered the scorn of man for love of God; Endured the outlaw's ban, the ...
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