Liberty (John Hay Poems)
What man is there so bold that he should say"Thus, and thus only, would I have the sea"?For whether lying ...
What man is there so bold that he should say"Thus, and thus only, would I have the sea"?For whether lying ...
The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.THOU art my strength, Thou great and holy God!Almighty ...
Up, sisters! morn is breaking Over the mountains grey,As, borne on silvered pinions, She ushers in the day.She comes, and at her ...
NOW are the days of greyness and of gloom; Now are the heavens expressionless and sad: Crisp winter has departed, yet the ...
THE scent of a blossom from Eden!The flower was not given to me,But it freshened my spirit forever,As it passed, ...
He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems,Into his freshened soul; her genial hoursHe full enjoys; and not a beauty ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze That murmurs welcome in the bending trees, When the cold shadowy foe ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
One summer morn, out of the sea-waves wild,A speck-like Cloud, the season's fated child,Came softly floating up the boundless sky,And ...
All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak,The jay's rude matins now prevail,The smouldering fire of bastard oakNow blazes, freshened by ...
Freshened by any wind, sanitised with pine and cypress, the slaughterhouse is cool as a church inside. High rafters too. ...
What though the foe exultant carouses in the keep,His hirelings on the parapets to jeer our pennants torn?The fight began ...
On the day of the explosion Shadows pointed towards the pithead. In the sun the slagheap slept. Down the lane ...
When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
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