When You Get Home, Remember Me (Henry Clay Work Poems)
Lieutenant De Long, commanding the Jeannette ArticExpedition, having seen his vessel crushed by the ice,undertook a perilous journey through the ...
Lieutenant De Long, commanding the Jeannette ArticExpedition, having seen his vessel crushed by the ice,undertook a perilous journey through the ...
Suggested by an engraving of the midnight prayer-meeting held in the saloon of the Ocean Steamer "London," which foundered a ...
With winged footsteps now I hastenUnto the far cold North away,Kasbek,--thou watchman of the East,To thee, my farewell greetings say!Since ...
(from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)I cannot tell, of twain beneath this ...
I HAVE little to rememberTwice or thrice I kissed your hand,Twice or thrice the glowing emberOf my poet's passion, fannedBy ...
When morning shows her first faint flush,I think of the tender blushThat crept so gently to your cheekWhen first my ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
KULLERVO AS A SHEPHERD.Kullerwoinen, wizard-servantOf the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,Purchased slave from Untamoinen,Magic son with sky-blue stockings.,With a head of golden ringlets,In ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
Sovereign! Am I! By God's decree Of Hell for all eternity, Where joy and peace are never known, Nor light ...
The silence of the white, bedewed way Was flanked still with the songs of amorous birds, Bruiting their joy for ...
Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mindOwns not the fetters which the body wears,By sleep imposed. But starting from ...
Would there be elation and youth, the beloved and a chalice full;Several flowers and a few friends in a mellow ...
1The sunset pierced through the tops of the treeswith yellow-crimson light.And this eternal melody sounded:"Embrace — I will begin ...
Fear? Yes_ . . . I heard you saying In an Oxford common-room Where the hearth-light's kindly raying Stript the ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Tell -- this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears ...
Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, ...
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