Leo (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
I made a journey o'er the sea,I bade my faithful dog good-bye,I knew that he would grieve for me,But did ...
I made a journey o'er the sea,I bade my faithful dog good-bye,I knew that he would grieve for me,But did ...
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
Grim the struggle we've to face! Setting now our task about,As becomes our name and race, Grimly we must fight it out.Not ...
GOD bless New Hampshire! from her granite peaksOnce more the voice of Stark and Langdon speaks.The long-bound vassal of the ...
The fairy people flouted me,Mocked me, shouted me--They chased me down the dreamy hill and beat me with a wand.Within ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
CHORUS Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho! ...
In Carleile dwelt King Arthur,A prince of passing might;And there maintain'd his Table Round,Beset with many a knight.And there he ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
When behind her violated border, With unflinching bayonet and gun,Belgium, in heroic battle order, Met the savage onset ...
Toward God in heaven spaciousWith artless faith a boy looks free, As toward his mother gracious,And top of Christmas-tree.But early ...
The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day,Suddenly we heard ...
The pendulum, with brazen din,Proclaims the midnight; we beginTo call to mind, ironically,What uses we have made of thisDead day ...
The filthy beast! And is he here again, With his foul slobbering mouth and shuffling feet, To taint the atmosphere ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close ...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
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