Cadet Grey – Canto I (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
IAct first, scene first. A study. Of a kind Half cell, half salon, opulent yet grave;Rare books, low-shelved, yet far ...
IAct first, scene first. A study. Of a kind Half cell, half salon, opulent yet grave;Rare books, low-shelved, yet far ...
ISweet appletree, your branches delight me, Luxuriantly budding my pride and joy! I will put before the lord of Macreu, ...
Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your ...
I(ll. 1-28) Right is it that we praise the King of heaven, theLord of hosts, and love Him with all ...
dear boss i was talking with an ant the other day and he handed me a lot of gossip which ...
Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the landOf our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,Who assumed all our rights ...
Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country devastated! Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, desolated, Church and altar desecrated; ...
(ll. 872-881) And straightway God made answer unto him: "Tell me,My son, why stealest thou away into the darkness with ...
WHERE suns chase suns in rhythmic dance,Where seeds are springing from the dust,Where mind sways mind with spirit-glance,High court is ...
Alone she sat with her accusing heart,That, like a restless comrade frightened sleep,And every thought that found her, left a ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
The Winters are so short -- I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away -- And moving into Pod ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one another. A bit of grass held ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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