Vision Of Columbus – Book 1 (Joel Barlow Poems)
Long had the Sage, the first who dared to braveThe unknown dangers of the western wave,Who taught mankind where future ...
Long had the Sage, the first who dared to braveThe unknown dangers of the western wave,Who taught mankind where future ...
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
IHere in the self is all that man can knowOf Beauty, all the wonder, all the power,All the unearthly colour, ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the ...
September 16, 1823 - November 8, 1893HE rests from toil; the portals of the tombClose on the last of those ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
ON HIS DISCOVERY OF THE LOST BOOKS OF CICERO,"DE REPUBLICA." Italian bold, why wilt thou never cease The fathers from ...
Saint Brandan, a Scotch abbot, long agoSailed southward with a swarm of monks, to sowThe seeds of true religion - ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
_Xochipilli icuic._ 1. Ye cuicaya tocniuaya ouaya yeo, ye cuicaya ye quetzalcoxcuxayoaltica tlao cinteutla, oay. 2. Can quicaquiz nocuic ocoyoalle ...
I HAVE a little kinsman Whose earthly summers are but three, And yet a voyager is he Greater than Drake ...
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Tomorrow will have an island. Before night I always find it. Then on to the next island. These places hidden ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
Once upon a time there was an Italian, And some people thought he was a rapscallion, But he wasn't offended, ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
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