Napoleon (James Avis Bartley Poems)
INTRODUCTION.If ye will walk amid the ancient wood,Ye will perceive the lordly oak o'erspreadThe slender shrubs, and shield them from ...
INTRODUCTION.If ye will walk amid the ancient wood,Ye will perceive the lordly oak o'erspreadThe slender shrubs, and shield them from ...
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--'Taint a knowin' kind o' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;Put ...
Sure never did man seeA wretch like poor Nancy,So teazed day and nightBy a Dean and a Knight.To punish my ...
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
Late Medical Officer of Health for West Kent, and formerly ofBirkenhead_.DIED DECEMBER 12TH, 1884.Broken the silver cord! the harp unstrung!And ...
A hater he came and sat by a ditch,And he took an old cracked lute;And he sang a song which ...
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing ...
She has sunken again into slavery's tomb, Like a thunderbolt quenching itself in the sea;And deeply and darkly engraved is ...
LAST high star of the years whose thunder Still men's listening remembrance hears, Last light left of our ...
While I hold as superficial him who has his young initial Neatly graven on his Turkish cigarette,Such a bit of ...
The world is wanting in great souls like thine, For thou art one, unheeding scorn and blame, Who dares to ...
Learned Meconas, fauorite of Muses, Renowned Patron, hater of abuses Who sitting in Religions golden Chaire, Thou her, she thee ...
When I watch the living meet And the moving pageant fileWarm and breathing through the street Where I lodge a ...
When I watch the living meet And the moving pageant file Warm and breathing through the street Where I lodge ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I write my name as one, On sands by waves o'errun Or winter's frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion's ...
Upon his way to rob a Bank He paused to watch a fire; Though crowds were pressing rank on rank ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal When the saloons were voted out, Because when I was a drinking man, Before ...
I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker, Smiter with whips and swords; I, hater of the breakers of the law; I, legalist, inexorable ...
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