To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut in America (Philip Freneau Poem)
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The ...
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it -- now -- Make haste -- the Scruple! ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate; Business put off from day to day Is always done to late. Let ...
1775 Said Congress to George Washington: "To set this country free, You'll have to whip the Britishers And chase them ...
Sweet Love and I had oft communed; We were, indeed, great friends, And oft I sought his office, near Where ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
ALL that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
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