The Rhine and The Moselle (Edwin Arnold Poems)
As the glory of the sun, When the dismal night is done,Leaps upward in the summer-blue to shine, So gloriously ...
As the glory of the sun, When the dismal night is done,Leaps upward in the summer-blue to shine, So gloriously ...
Amid green reeds a fountain chill was playing.Through ashes - once a village - breezes blew.A thistle by the road ...
There came an army from the sky,And surged across the parched plain;I saw the hurrying hosts go by--The blue batallions ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
Some may have blamed you that you took away The verses that could move them on the day When, the ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
THE TELESCOPE picks off star dust on the clean steel sky and sends it to me. The telephone picks off ...
The Dove walks with sticky feet Upon the green crowns of the almond tree, Its feathers smeared over with warmth ...
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He's continually ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Young are our dead Like babies they lie The wombs they blest once Not healed dry And yet - too ...
All the way on the road to Gary he could see where the sky shone just out of reach and ...
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