Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
We would rise up we would speak truth to power we would not hesitate thinking about the others Our hearts ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- ...
Time's wily Chargers will not wait At any Gate but Woe's -- But there -- so gloat to hesitate They ...
South Winds jostle them -- Bumblebees come -- Hover -- hesitate -- Drink, and are gone -- Butterflies pause On ...
Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep To suspend ...
A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! Its fee -- to be of Gold -- Had Nature -- ...
Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy, it's a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Before the white chrysanthemum the scissors hesitate a moment. (Yosa Buson)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
When I was cub reporter I Would interview the Great, And sometimes they would make reply, And sometimes hesitate; But ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Blessed with a joy that only she Of all alive shall ever know, She wears a proud humility For what ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain ...
A heroic story I will unfold, Concerning Jenny Carrister, a heroine bold, Who lived in Australia, at a gold mine ...
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