M’Fingal – Canto III (John Trumbull Poems)
Now warm with ministerial ire,Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire,And on his striding steps attendsHis desperate clan of Tory friends.When ...
Now warm with ministerial ire,Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire,And on his striding steps attendsHis desperate clan of Tory friends.When ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers,How many round attribute all their cares!In these howe'er I never can believe,And ...
I Youth, when Fancie bare the sway, Within my peeuish braine:And Reasons lore by no meanes could My wanton will restraine:My gadding ...
In the background, a few shacks & overturned cartsAnd a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.And here the ...
How, Providence? and yet a Scottish crew?Then Madam Nature wears black patches too!What, shall our nation be in bondage thusUnto ...
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor theyWhom any pity warmes; He which did layRules to make Courtiers, ...
Not your martyrs anointed of heaven -The ages are red where they trod -But the Hunted - the world's bitter ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
As I rode on the limberThrough the old French market-square,There were bricks and fallen timberAnd shell-holes everywhere.The place was blank ...
Cold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid -- Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade." "Good!" ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
O Liberty, God-gifted-- Young and immortal maid-- In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
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