New-Englands (Benjamin Tompson Poems)
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
KULLERVO AND THE CHEAT-CAKE.Thereupon the lad, Kullervo,Laid his luncheon in his basket,Drove the herd to mountain-pastures,O'er the hills and through ...
BIRTH OF THE NINE DISEASES.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Heard the word in Sariola,Heard the Dews with ears of envy,That Wainola ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
Christopher Davis was up upon Mavis And Sammy MacGregor on Flo, Jo Chauncy rode Spider, the rankest outsider, But HE'D ...
I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice,By the side of Snowy River with a horse they ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground;Whilst all were mov'd, who their Attention ...
"Teapots and Quails,Snuffers and Snails,Set him a sailingand see how he sails!..Mitres and Beams,Thimbles and Creams,Set him a screamingand hark! ...
Come, see how the ladies ride, All so pretty, all so gay, In their beauty, in ...
They brought her to the crowded paddock, The red sun glinting on skin like jet,Lightning, the winner of twenty ...
We're a score of men together To drink to the days of yore,To the little joys and sorrows ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
THE little moon is dead, Drowned in the flood of rain That drips from roof of byre and ...
The old ways restrictions of form denying love the fullness of hope false prophets adding hurdles keeping us from God ...
Through the threshold of my skin the Spirit of the living God descending upon me like tongues of fire like ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
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