Yorktown Centennial Lyric (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
HARK, hark! down the century's long reaching slopeTo those transports of triumph, those raptures of hope,The voices of main and ...
HARK, hark! down the century's long reaching slopeTo those transports of triumph, those raptures of hope,The voices of main and ...
Fair stood the wind for FranceWhen we our sails advance,Nor now to prove our chanceLonger will tarry;But putting to the ...
As some spent gladiator, struck by Death, Whose reeling vision scarce a foe defines, For one last effort gathers all his breath, England ...
When tobacco came, When Raleigh did first bring inThe unfabled herb, the plant of peace, the kingOf comfort bringers, then ...
One would remember stillMeadows and low hillLaventie was, as to the line and elm rowGrowing through green strength wounded, as ...
IThough I was born a Londoner,And bred in Gloucestershire,I walked in Hellas years agoWith friends in white attire:And I remember ...
Black in the summer night my Cotwold hillAslant my window sleeps, beneath a skyDeep as the bedded violets that fillMarch ...
GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned,And the white caps flecked the sea;'An' I would to God,' ...
The long night, the short sleep, and La Gorgues to wander,So be the Fates were kind and our Commander;With a ...
There are strange Hells within the minds War madeNot so often, not so humiliating afraidAs one would have expected - ...
Hello everybody, hell-frightfully-ho, Just tune your radios all in; I am the gent with the Oxford accentBBC Home Service calling.I'm ...
Who carries the gun? A lad from over the Tweed. Then let him go, for well we know He comes ...
One shadow glides from the dumb shore,And one from every silent sail.One cloud the averted heavens wear,A soft mask, thin ...
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And ...
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