The Emigrants: Book I (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
BIRTH OF THE HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Onward steered his goodly vessel,From the isle of Lemminkainen,From the borders of the village;Steered his ...
RESTORATION OF THE SUN AND MOON.Thus has Fire returned to NorthlandBut the gold Moon is not shining,Neither gleams the silver ...
Or,A Review of my Scholastic Days"O, Festus Dies Hominis!"-O, the Joyful Day of Man!Why, (when the hours of school-day bliss ...
ILMARINEN'S BRIDE OF GOLD.Ilmarinen, metal-worker,Wept one day, and then a second,Wept the third from morn till evening,O'er the death of ...
Ire per Ignes,Et gladios ausim. Neque ad hoc tamen ignibus ullis,Aut gladiis opus est; opus est mihi Crine. —Ovid. Met. ...
KULLERVO AND THE CHEAT-CAKE.Thereupon the lad, Kullervo,Laid his luncheon in his basket,Drove the herd to mountain-pastures,O'er the hills and through ...
In lands that are now forgotten, In the old wild days of yore,The Four Strong Men made compact That they ...
Of The Jackson Hall Debating Society, December 5, 1877My muse inspire me, while I tellThe weighty matters that befellOn Monday ...
Great, learned, witty Ben, be pleased to light The world with that three-forked fire; nor fright All us, thy ...
KNOWING our needs, hardly knowing our powers, Hear how we cry to you, brothers of ours!-- Brothers in nature, pulse, ...
IN the smithy it began:Let's make something for a man!Hear the bellows belch and roar,Splashing light on roof and floor:From ...
I stand with my shoulder to shoulders, In the long, sad battle of life;I keep in the ranks of my ...
We in our citied ease, Far from the noise of war,Often we think on you, Sentries by gates ...
HIGH priest of Homer, not elect in vain, Deep trumpets blow before thee, shawms behind Mix music with ...
OUT in the open, the wide sky above,And the green meadows stretched at my feet;Out in the open, midst scenes ...
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
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