At Lake Thrasymenus (Joanna Baillie Poems)
FIRST of invaders, Hannibal, thy nameIs proud as chief may claim, or man bestow,For thy historian is the conquer'd foe,And ...
FIRST of invaders, Hannibal, thy nameIs proud as chief may claim, or man bestow,For thy historian is the conquer'd foe,And ...
NEAR THE LAKE OF THRASYMENE. We win, where least we care to strive; And where the most we strive-we miss. Old Hannibal, if ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir LuciusCary and Sir Henry Morison.I.THE TURN. Brave infant of ...
The TurnBrave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage, with razing ...
The forward Youth that would appearMust now forsake his Muses dear,Nor in the Shadows singHis Numbers languishing.'Tis time to leave ...
This is my welcome; this is how I have decided to bid All Hail! to thee and to the other ...
Tentanda via est, etc. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age ...
Iusiurandum patri datum usqueathanc diem ita servavi... Hannibal I - Why ride away, Shadow, hands broken on the mail, Sparks ...
Tell me ye King-craft of to-day Where is Athens, who made men free; Then sank into stupor by the way, ...
It was rather disconcerting for HannibalWhen he was introduced to a cannibalWho expressed the very highest opinionOf cold pickled Carthaginian.(Edmund ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know, (Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,) Adorn'd with somniferous ...
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ...
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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