The Spartan Boy (Charles Lamb Poems)
When I the memory repeatOf the heroic actions great,Which, in contempt of pain and death,Were done by men who drew ...
When I the memory repeatOf the heroic actions great,Which, in contempt of pain and death,Were done by men who drew ...
Gallant Gordons! Evermore on your rugged native shore Shall your valour honoured be,For a fight well fought and won ...
Like mists that trail along the hill, Dim playthings for the winds to toss,We pass away, and all is still, ...
When from his place a forest monarch falls, A thunder shakes the leafy leagues across,Reverberating to its utmost walls: ...
SHRIEKS out of smoke, a flame of dung-straw fireThat is not quenched but hath for only fruitWhat writhes and dies ...
there is a here andthat here was atown(and the town isso aged the oceanwanders the streets are soancient the houses ...
Bright as the speckled salmon of the wave! Dubh-Ghiola ! panic of the branded brave; With thee would I combine, ...
FOR Peace, and all that follows in her path -Nor slighting honor and his country's fame,He stood unmoved, and dared ...
Sensuous, some say, a very amoristIn spiritual spheres of mystic sweets-Drowsy with incense-fumes, a feebler KeatsWho made the realm of ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The glory of God in creation and providence. My soul, thy great Creator praise: When clothed in his celestial rays, ...
Proper Metre. Praise to God from all creatures. Ye tribes of Adam, join With heav'n, and earth, and seas, And ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...
Fire out of heaven, a flower of perfect fire, That where the roots of life are had its root And ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
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