The Red Zouave (Anonymous Americas Poems)
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
(_By Sir Giles, whom the Witch of Urm leads to Judas Iscariot_) Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter ...
THE Eagle sits with drooping wing upon the Southern coast,With soiled and broken shield, the arrows from his talons lost,The, ...
Dark lowers our fate,And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;But nothing, till that latest agonyWhich severs thee from nature, ...
When night hung low and dew fell damp,There fell athwart the shadowsThe gleaming watchfires of the camp,Like glow-worms on the ...
I saw them sitting in the shade;The long green vines hung over,But could not hide the gold-haired maidAnd Earl, my ...
He stood beside his dying child, With a dim and bloodshot eye; They'd won him ...
HE lay upon the battle-field,His forehead to the sky,The death-damp in his matted hair,And dim his glazing eye;Embalmed within his ...
Oh, foolish flapper, keen to be Considered cute and up-to-date,Sit down a while and hark to me, And I shall ...
A monarch on his death-bed lay — Did censors waft perfume,And soft lamps pour their silvery ray, Thro' his proud ...
'Tis but a vague, invarious delightAs gold that rains about some buried king.As the fine flakes,When tourists frolickingStamp on his ...
" Death is not in dying, But the unfeeling Heart when the winds are crying; Is a cancer, stealing Over ...
THE BRICKLAYER: I tell this tale, which is strictly true, Just by way of convincing you How very little, since ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes! You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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