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 ...
The snow is gone from cottage topsThe thatch moss glows in brighter greenAnd eves in quick succession dropsWhere grinning ides ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
MANY a graven gem, besetWith gold, is worn as an amuletIn the far-off climes of the East,—a charmTo preserve the ...
GENIUS.Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd,To give our Age the day so much desir'd.What all the minutes, houres, ...
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
I.IN yonder dark and narrow lodging,There rests a patriot's body,Which, after many a slip and dodging,Death took in safe custody.II.What ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
… To this great Hector said: "Be well assur'd, wife, all these things ...
The flamin' cows! 'e ses; 'e did, an' worse; 'Twas 'orrible the langwidge that 'e used.It made me blood run ...
'Tout est-il pr?t? partons. Oui, le m?t est dress?; Adieu donc.' Sur les bancs le rameur est plac?; La voile, ...
Pleurez, doux alcyons! ? vous, oiseaux sacr?s, Oiseaux chers ? Th?tis, doux alcyons, pleurez! Elle a v?cu, Myrto, la jeune ...
DEAR BOB, you tell me I must write to you,And write in verse a pleasant recreation;But, O, the pen that ...
Before the first snowfall long after frost covering layering the lawn, the gardens Yellow remaining newborn black-eyed Susan growing in ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
good Japanese food on the Ides of March tells me things will be fine (Sukasah Syahdan)
NOW in the sky And on the hearth of Now in a drawer the direful cane, That sceptre of the ...
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