The Fly (General George S Patton Jnr Poems)
O, sweet slight friendWho frolics freeO'er cactus plainOr sandy lee, No one can lonelyLong remainWhile hearkening toThy blithe refrain When ...
O, sweet slight friendWho frolics freeO'er cactus plainOr sandy lee, No one can lonelyLong remainWhile hearkening toThy blithe refrain When ...
I would that you should know,Dear mother, that I love you — love you so!That I remember other ...
I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,Enduring long. At length the ...
"He turned in at the gate and asked a drink;Shabby, but neat of garment. His white hatDrooped over friendly eyes; ...
IAs sentient as a wedding-bell,The vibrant air throbs calling herWhose eager body, earwise curved,Leans listening at the heart of hell.She ...
The glory of the beauty of the morning, -The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;The blackbird that has found it, ...
Oh! Harp of Erin, what glamour gay,What dark despairing are in thy lay!What true love slighted thy sorrow swells,What proud ...
Tho' the days of the drowsy hamlet, Of arrow and bow, be done,Tho' we live 'mid forges and foundries, ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time. Well, be ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
OH, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. The gay romance of song Unto the ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
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