The Dance To Death. Act I (Emma Lazarus Poems)
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
_Hark! Hark!The dogs do bark!It's the socialists come to town,None in rags and none in tags,Swaggering up and down_.Sunday morning,And ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
Some generous painter now assist my pen,And help to draw the most despised of men:Or else, oh Muse! do thou ...
Great cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an ...
It is well that there are palaces of peaceAnd discipline and dreaming and desire,Lest we forget our heritage and ceaseThe ...
woman thismy bodyfor it haslain with empty armsupon the giddy hillsto dream of you,approve thesefirm unsatedeyeswhich have beheldnight's speechless carnivalthe ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
1 GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling; Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Dark HORROR, hear my call! Stern Genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss-cankered seat, Beneath the Abbey's ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
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