The Battle Of The Lake Regillus (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the ...
A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the ...
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping ...
Forth from the dust and din,The crush, the heat, the many-spotted glare,The odour and sense of life and lust aflare,The ...
Servants of God most high,Who on his word rely,By ancient seers and holy prophets spoken—That all the chains that gallThe ...
This word beyond all others, Makes us love our country most,Makes us feel that we are brothers, And a heart-united host!--With hosanna ...
The winds have blown more bitterEach darkening day of fall;High over all the house-topsThe stars are far and smallI wonder, ...
KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.Lemminkainen, artful husband,Reckless hero, Kaukomieli,Constantly beside his young wife.,Passed his life in sweet contentment,And the years rolled swiftly ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
It chanced one day, in the middle of May, There came to the great King SploshA policeman, who said, while ...
Here's yer toy balloons! All sizes!Twenty cents for that. It risesJest as quick as that 'ere, Miss,Twice as big. Ye ...
NIGHTLY I watch the moon with silvery sheen Flaking the city house-tops, till I feel ...
I A thin gray shadow on the edge of thought Hiding its wounds: These are the wounds of sorrow It ...
Millions of massive rain-dropsHave fallen all around;They have danced on the house-tops,They have hidden in the ground.They were liquid like ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
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