The Vulture (Parody of Poe’s “Raven”) (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
FROM 'DIE HEIMKEHR'IIs your hate, then, of such measure?Do you, truly, so detest me?Through all the world will I complainOf ...
I(ll. 1-28) Right is it that we praise the King of heaven, theLord of hosts, and love Him with all ...
Lost! lost! lost!The famed and gracious Anne is no more,Her sceptre broken, now her power is o'er,Ye judges, who, to-day ...
MAORILAND, my mother!Holds the earth so fair another?O, my land of the moa and Maori,Garlanded grand with your forests of ...
Here, from this little hillock, in days long since gone by,Glanced over hill and valley the Sachem's eagle eye;His were ...
ROSY child, with forehead fair, Coral lip, and shining hair, In whose mirthful, clever eyes Such a world of gladness ...
The pathway to my heart by fewIs sought, to few that pathway known,So deep a thicket round it sown,With grass ...
If all our life were one broad glareOf sunlight, clear, unclouded;If all our path were smooth and fair,By no soft ...
There's joy in legislative halls When Frank's in opposition;But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position.His merry ...
O love, descend and with celestial fireDissolve my iciness of soul! Dispel,With thy supernal light, the clouds which hangLike phantoms ...
Pour your tears wild and free — balm best and holiest!Fallen is the lofty tree, low as the lowliest;Rent is ...
If thou didst slip 'neath the encircling wave And found sure death in coral groves below, Dost think the sea ...
BE frank with me, and I accept my lot; But deal not with me as a grieving child, Who for ...
1.GONE is the tempest that cloudedThe land with its dark desolation.Out from the pall that enshroudedLeaps the new strength of ...
To -----LATE bird, who singest now aloneWhen woods are silent and the seaBreathes heavily and makes a moan,Faint prescience of ...
August, 1914 These to their own dear land immortal glory bequeathing, Here in the mists of death darkly enshrouded abide. ...
Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
Grey dawn on the sand-hills -- the night wind has drifted All night from the rollers a scent of the ...
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